Hogwarts Sorting Song
“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter had than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, and I can cap them all.
There’s nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on, and I will tell you where you ought to be
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart.
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart.
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal.
Those patient Hufflepluffs are true,
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’re a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin,
Where you’ll meet your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on!
Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands, though I have none.
For I’m a thinking cap!”