Promptly Potter. Day Eighteen.
The mischief-makers of Hogwarts,
These marauders four,
Began their search through every floor.
Pranks here, mayhem there,
Finding every Hogwarts passage.
Our marauders found all they would need
And wreaked havoc in word and deed.
Stag. Dog. Wolf. Rat.
They lived up to their names.
The marauders had learned it all
And mapped Hogwarts from wall to wall.
A student here. A professor there.
The map showed them all.
It led them astray, but down the right path,
For the Marauder's Map was the map of all maps.