The Greatest Defense against a Child’s Fear: Grandma.
My child, don’t fear the dementors
That fill up your thoughts and your soul,
They’re small and they’re weak,
But they’re dark and their speech
Always keeps you from feeling quite whole.
So come over and sit on the sofa,
Come close, sit and laugh here with me.
Have a small piece of chocolate,
Swat the bee in your bonnet,
And drink up a soothing green tea.