Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
I dreamed of a cache that some would query, query for the first to find.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
instead of resting near the embers, I was trekking in the snow.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no muggles ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered words, "Look up!"