Twist the bones and bend the back.
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,
Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.
Trim him of his baby fat.
Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,
Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.
Give him fur, black as black.
And with that spell poor Kitty Potter made for an easy target for the Dark Lord.