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
