Gifts 

The rumours are true, we've been living in sin,
Three houses, a dog, took it all on the chin,
Now the date has been set and we’d love you to come,
To celebrate our wedding, a long way for some.

All you must do, is decide what to wear,
Polish your shoes, raise your wands in the air.
And to buy us a gift, would be magic for sure,
But let us guide you to what we desire more.

We have no need for cauldron pots,
Fancy cloaks or Bertie Botts,
Instead, a trip that's special to share,
Away from this land, it's magical there.

So if you would like to contribute,
A penny or two for us en route,
Thank-you is all we have left to say,
It's a dream come true to fly away.