Disclaimer: It's J.K.R.'s. Just in case you weren't sure. I don't make money, and the reason for *that* is obvious.

A/N: My apologies if this is dumb. Got the idea from an instant message. Flames don't hurt; I *know* this isn't my best piece, although I *do* think it's rather funny....

The Sorting Hat Prayer

Now I lay me down to Sort,

I pray there's none like Voldemort.

I hope they think my song is neat,

going through their minds is such a treat.

Some will be good and others bad,

my choice of houses makes some mad.

I have to put them all somewhere,

but where they go I really don't care.

I'm done; they lock me up to rest,

There are no first-years left to test.

If I stop thinking overnight,

That's one less song I'll have to write!