You're a magician, Mr. Grint 
Your powers are unreal 
But you’re always overshadowed 
By that Potter, how’s that feel? 
Mr. Grint 
You’re a second banana in a show you can’t steal 

You’re an sidekick, Mr. Grint 
And you’d like a leading role 
But you tend to tumble downward 
When you guard that Quidditch goal 
Mr. Grint 
And Fleur wouldn’t touch you with a 39-and-a-half-foot... wand 

You’re a sly one, Mr. Grint 
Even though you’ve got no scar 
You make a smashing entrance 
In a stolen flying car 
Mr. Grint 
And when you were surrounded by enormous spiders, you had to be rescued... by that stolen flying car 

You‘re affluent, Mr. Grint 
former normal kid 
Now you’ve got a couple mansions 
Worth about ten million quid 
Mr. Grint 
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote... stinking, filthy, rich 

You’re a redhead, Mr. Grint 
And when you get too much sun 
You’re a radish with an accent 
tomato with a tongue 
Mr. Grint 
Your face is an amazing conglomeration of the most carcinogenic and multifaceted blemishes imaginable... and I’ll just bet you have freckles on your bum 

You entertain me, Mr. Grint 
You’re number eight of nine (including Molly and Arthur) 
And though Fred and George are wacky 
You still get the funny lines 
Mr. Grint 
You’re a gawky, awkward goofball with a broken wand and limited Quidditch skills… but Miss Watson thinks you’re fine