Ah, look at all the lonely peoplenAh, look at all the lonely peoplennSybill Trelawney picks up the cups in the tower where a class has just beennLives in a dreamnLooks out the window, changing her voice she screams a prophecy out the doornWho is it for?nnAll the lonely peoplenWhere do they all come from ?nAll the crazy peoplenWhere do they all belong ?nnAlastor Moody writing the words of a lecture that no one will hearnBarty comes near.nLook at him working. Packing his socks in the night like there's nobody therenBarty doesn't carennAll the lonely peoplenWhere do they all come from ?nAll the crazy peoplenWhere do they all belong ?nnSybill Trelawny made a prediction about He-who-must-not-be-namednAnd how he was tamednAlastor Moody, sitting alone in the bottom of a ratty-old chestnWe all know the restnnAll the lonely peoplenWhere do they all come from ?nAll the crazy peoplenWhere do they all belong ?n