SUNNY:    Hopping over stagnant puddles,
	  Picking plants from tangled muddles,
	  Passing where the mosses flower,
	  Passing where the mosses flower
	  Shaded in my swampy bower,
		 I can find the things I need, the things I need.
	  Here's a root of forked mandrake,   
	  Kills the pain but makes your hands shake, 
	  Kills a lot of pain but makes your hands shake.
	  Digging root and clipping blossom,
	  Gath'ring for a potion awesome,
		 Finding use enough in every weed.    
	  Digging root and clipping blossom,
	  Gath'ring for a potion awesome,
		 Finding use enough in every weed!

BOOK:	  Sunny, time for you to go now.
	  And, I think that you should know now
	  Pack a sweater, for the cold,
	  Mind your manners when you're told. 

SUNNY:         Pack a sweater for the cold,
               Mind my manners when I'm told.

BOOK:	  Muggleswort will not encumber
	  'Ware the black horse as you slumber
	  The Lion's Key will try to hide;	
	  Harwin just may need a ride, 
	  Harwin just may need a ride. 

SUNNY:    What's this key that tries to hide?
	  Why will Harwin need a ride?

SUNNY:	  Far away from native ShuMash	
	  In the college as a new frosh,
	  I have joined with this odd band -
	  'Gainst the Breaker take a stand. 
	  Salve their wounds and cure their ills,
	  With my magic potion-pills.
	  My book gives hints on what to do,
	  But very cryptic is its clue

BOOK:     And I'll give hints on what to do,
	  But only cryptic is my clue.