The Sorting Hat's Speech

The war is over

The Dark Lord destroyed

Like a nova

There is a void

They once were enemies

Now there is truce

There's an entity

It is recluse

For long they've hated

Soon they'll love

It has been fated from up above

They'll fill the void

Please don't judge

For she is muggle-born

And he's pure blood

Now we'll sort

For each of the houses

Be a sport

And cheer the loudest