When My Letter Arrives

I want to be like harry potter

Where I would be next sorter.

I would love to fly,

High up in the sky.

I would be a topper

In defence against the dark arts.

And eat treacle tarts.

I would rock at potions

and make the slytherin's have motions.

I would be in gryffindor.

I would be honest and brave

And get in trouble grave.

I would play wizarding chess

And always make a mess.

I would pet an owl

And name it fetter,

Waiting for my letter.