Hermione Petterpuck grand old lady
Lived by her wits, and regarded as shady
For her past was forgotten or perhaps it was hidden,
And no one dared ask, it was strictly forbidden.
But her secret I found, one day in a draw,
Of an old wooden bureau, that stood by the door.
Hermione Petterpuck, this grand old dear
Her secret discovered, and now it was clear.
And I hear you all ask, of Hermione's past
Will you share of this secret, right now and at last?
And I'll tell you this much as I finger my collar,
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