We're a cut above the rest
But before you all can join the feast
You first must pass one test:
I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And in each tiny stitch
I hold the power to pick and choose
And then tell you to which
Of four great houses you'll belong
For all your Hogwarts years!
It won't be long, just tug me on
Snugly 'round your ears.
To Ravenclaw the clever folk
Will all be promptly sent,
If I can see your mind is good
And strong on learning bent.
Yet Hufflepuff could claim you still
If you are fair and true.
Pureblood, halfblood, no blood at all
That house is right for you!
Or then again in Slytherin
Your talents will be tested.
If you set your standards high
You never will be bested.
And what of the courageous sort
Who sport a lot of nerve?
If you dare to risk your neck
It's Gryffindor you'll serve.
Now hurry up, the feast grows cold
(I'm nearly done my song.)
I've never once misjudged a soul,
I will not steer you wrong!