Dumbledore

Dumbledore, Bumbledore
Dumbledore, Bumbledore,
Why does that make me laugh?
Laughter—the lightest of all cures,
A balm that eases every ache,
With just a smile, it takes your worries
And tosses them away.

They say it takes 93 muscles to laugh,
But she is the simplest joy,
Easier than any medicine
And richer than any gold.

Dumbledore, Bumbledore,
Why is that so funny?
You can have teeth like a crooked fence,
But laughter—deep from the chest—
Erases all your doubts and fears.

It bridges gaps, erases lines
Between every background, shade, or height.

Dumbledore, Bumbledore,
Is it the sound that makes us laugh?

Have you ever heard a baby laugh?
How it softens the hardest hearts,
Their giggles floating like bubbles in the air,
So pure, so free, so light.

Laughter makes the world stand still,
And turns your problems into whispers.

Dumbledore, Bumbledore,
Why is that so funny?

Even animals laugh, they say,
So why don’t you give it a try?
Smile first, let the laughter follow—
It’s the cheapest joy,
The brightest glow.

Dumbledore, Bumbledore,
Bumbledore, Dumbledore—
Why do we keep laughing?