S.P.E.W. in a stew

Like a strong gust of wind
The idea blew
Into hermione's head
And soon she knew,
How to protect
The loyal house-elves
So she went into the library
And came out with spew!
Nobody's sneerings
And taunts
Could Hermione's
Determination daunt.
Badges and leaflets
For the
House-elf liberation front.
But salaries and pensions
And sick leaves and holidays
The house-elves didn't want,
And neither would they take on any job
That these luxuries
would grant.
Their work was their pride
And their masters' secrets
They wouldn't tattle.
Their filthy clothes
Seemed as good as rich robes,
And the plates they cleaned
As shiny as medals.
With their masters' orders
As their highest bidding
Hermione's, they thought,
Was only meddling.
For although they longed
For high words and praise
It was their masters'
satisfied smile that
Put them into a happy daze.
Loyalty, integrity and dignity
The house-elves will do anything
To retain the honor
Of their family.