[Verse] In the shadows of Hogwarts, a wheeze takes flight, A wizard named Dumbdores, tries with all his might. With potions and wands and a magical flair, Yet caught in the moment, gasping for air. [Verse 2] You see in the library, where spells softly hum, He fiddles with puffers, his chest feeling numb. Despite all his magic, his struggle’s profound, For in every brisk step, he's asthma-bound. [Chorus] Oh, Dumbdore, can't catch his breath, No matter the spell or the sage's bequest. In halls filled with laughter and joyous delights, He battles the wheeze through long, starry nights. [Verse 3] In potions or charms, his skill never wanes, But a breeze up the stairs brings the familiar pains. Incantations murmur in air thick with hope, Yet each night the wizard, with inhaler, must cope. [Bridge] With robes flowing gently like clouds in the air, He whispers an "Alohomora" but asthma's still there. In a world full of wonder, of magic, and dreams, His breath is a mystery he tries to redeem. [Verse 4] On a broom he takes flight, with a sputter and cough, While friends rally round to cheer him right off. The stars seem to guide him through life's tangled weave, But even with magic, some things just don't leave.
