Goyle

Goyle, Goyle, giant boil,
What a fool are you.
Following around that Malfoy clown,
Like you haven't got a clue.
With directions in hand
You still don't know what to do
Don't you have an ounce of wit?
Some spot in your brain still firing?
Understanding my song
For you must be quite tiring.
Even when everyone knows
That I am quite inspiring.
Don't run that way
I'd rather not miss
The look on your face
From a water balloon kiss.