Ahem.
You may think I'm a simple hat.
A tired old chapeau.
But stick around and listen, for
There's many things I know.
I sit and wait in Hogwarts school
For the start of every year
When I'm brought on to Sort them out.
A task I do with cheer.
But to sit around for months and months
And work on just one day
Is really quite a dull routine
And so I've come to play.
For Hogwarts students you all are not.
(Some are, of course, for sure.)
But for those that may be wondering
Where you would be, if you were...
I offer now to Sort you all
To tell you where you'd be
If you were in our little school.
(Well, if you wish to see.)
I could say you'd be in Gryffindor,
If your heart is true and brave.
Or set you down in Ravenclaw
If knowledge is what you crave.
The hard-working and the loyal ones
I'd place in Hufflepuff.
And the cunning and ambitious folks
Find Slytherin to snuff.
It's just a simple exercise
To which House I will anoint you.
You will not truly join our school.
(Professor Snape can't dis-a-point you.)
So slip me on your head if you
Have curiosity that's strong.
I'll tell you where you would have been,
And I am never wrong.
If, of course, you don't want to play
Or have met with me before,
I'm more than glad to simply talk.
I'll try not to be a bore.
[Um. Yes. The Sorting Hat. And wow, much credit to Jo Rowling for writing sorting poems. Very not easy. So yeah. The hat will sort anyone who wants to, for fun, to the best of his typist's admittedly limited abilities.]
A tired old chapeau.
But stick around and listen, for
There's many things I know.
I sit and wait in Hogwarts school
For the start of every year
When I'm brought on to Sort them out.
A task I do with cheer.
But to sit around for months and months
And work on just one day
Is really quite a dull routine
And so I've come to play.
For Hogwarts students you all are not.
(Some are, of course, for sure.)
But for those that may be wondering
Where you would be, if you were...
I offer now to Sort you all
To tell you where you'd be
If you were in our little school.
(Well, if you wish to see.)
I could say you'd be in Gryffindor,
If your heart is true and brave.
Or set you down in Ravenclaw
If knowledge is what you crave.
The hard-working and the loyal ones
I'd place in Hufflepuff.
And the cunning and ambitious folks
Find Slytherin to snuff.
It's just a simple exercise
To which House I will anoint you.
You will not truly join our school.
(Professor Snape can't dis-a-point you.)
So slip me on your head if you
Have curiosity that's strong.
I'll tell you where you would have been,
And I am never wrong.
If, of course, you don't want to play
Or have met with me before,
I'm more than glad to simply talk.
I'll try not to be a bore.
[Um. Yes. The Sorting Hat. And wow, much credit to Jo Rowling for writing sorting poems. Very not easy. So yeah. The hat will sort anyone who wants to, for fun, to the best of his typist's admittedly limited abilities.]