Four school-aged boys in mischief at night,
Young men, none feeling contrite.
Write a map from explorations galore,
These friends have formed strong rapport.

Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs
Their exploits could be told in many songs.
The Marauder’s Map is their legacy,
To mischief makers from the bourgeoisie.

At the end of the day,
There was always much play.
Together they wandered through the wood as it winds,
The danger was out of their minds.

Through life their friendship was challenged,
But at the time Mischief was Managed.