When the young ones visit me,
Always early in the week,
I am a grown example,
of that which they seek,

They ask a thousand things,
of me and my mane of ash,
like the one with wings,
who always talks of Dash,

The one with the bow wants to learn,
how to brew potions, from starts to ends,
and the last one I can discern,
is just there for her friends

But every time we meet, I learn something new,
so on that moment every day,
I teach them how to brew,
And they teach me how to play.