A poem to Gilderoy Lockhart, by Priscilla Spencer. Composed for Tanja's Guestbook.

Gilderoy, oh Gilderoy.
You're the man that I'd employ.
For the D.A.D.A. job.
Much better than that Lupin slob!

Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy
You always were a brilliant boy
You aced all quizzes and your tests,
You outshine (by far) all the rest.

'Cause Gilderoy, yes, Gilderoy,
You know that magic's not a toy
You fight the Dark Arts every day
For hardly any wage or pay.

And Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy,
You're not egotistical at all or coy
You're the pinnacle of modesty
Now about your fifteenth biography...