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Something is stirring in the kitched Something is bubbling just beneath Something is cooing in the basement Something is hot - the heat, the heat The steam in the air is thick and rising Smoke from the fire is gathering now Air from the window's so refreshing Mopping the sweat from off their brow Suddenly legs are quickly racing Through the painting hole in the wall Hundreds of ears flap like they're dancers Some kind of clumsy house-elf ball The battle outside is rough and noisy Death Eaters cursing left and right They're not enough to beat the house-elves Cunning magicians will win the fight Something is stirring in the kitched Something is bubbling just beneath Something is cooing in the basement Something is hot - the heat, the heat From Letras Mania