Oh, splintered Nimbus.
Rotten luck comes.
A horrible murder.
His broom was really Whomped.

You know, splintered Nimbus,
He rode you, old chum.
His rear end since Year One,
Was swollen and numb!

It's buried, Harry's Nimbus.
Now rides crappy school gear.
It's hopeless and shoddy.
Those Shooting Stars veer.

(Twooo thooousand and ooone.)

Oh, twisted Nimbus.
You streaked right along.
The Snitch couldn't dodge past.
The girls watched in throngs.

And so, tattered Nimbus.
You're cracked from your blight.
That Willow was callous,
And struck down your flight.

I'm bleary, Harry's Nimbus.
We all shed a few tears.
We'll roast you as kindling.
And toast you, my dear.

Oh, splintered Nimbus.
You got really dumped.
A terrible murder.
His broom was really Whomped.

Old battered Nimbus,
He rode you, old chum.
His rear end since Year One,
Was swollen and numb!

I'm sorry, Harry's Nimbus.
We all shed a few tears.
Emotions are solemn.
Devoutly stand near.

Get the pall to cover,
Get the pall to cover,
Harry's Nimbus.