Hi. I'm The Sorting Hat. My job, as you may know, other than Sorting, is
writing catchy Sorting songs. I think I was in an odd mood when I wrote
this. I'm not sure what I was thinking. Well, I submitted it to Dumbledore
anyway, and he rejected it. (What a meany!) Said I wasn't thinking, and
shouldn't have written it. I say!
Well, enough about me and my non-thinking self, on with the thing I
shouldn't have written. I call it:
THE REJECTED SORTING HAT SONG
Oh, I'm the Sorting Hat, you see
Where I place you, there you'll be.
The Hogwarts Houses is where you'll find
People, friends, with your kind of mind
Slytherin, perhaps, is where you'll go,
Where all go evil, don't you know
The founder here was deviously smart,
Placing a monster in Hogwarts' heart
Or how about Ravenclaw,
Never being seen, the only flaw
No one knows who you are
Not even that famous boy with the scar
Will it be in Hufflepuff, that you'll find your kin?
They may be loyal, but all so terribly dim
Your robes in Quidditch are an ugly yellow
The best in your number was killed, poor fellow
Or maybe Gryffindor is where you should be,
Being overshadowed by fame most times, you'll see
Everyone will always want you to save the school
But most times, you'll just end up looking the fool
So why don't you just turn tail right now
Beauxbatons, Durmstrang seem better, somehow!
Remind yourself why Hogwarts seemed fit,
The Muggle School near you closed, didn't it?
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AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all. But the Bananas are mine.
THE REJECTED SORTING HAT SONG
Oh, I'm the Sorting Hat, you see
Where I place you, there you'll be.
The Hogwarts Houses is where you'll find
People, friends, with your kind of mind
Slytherin, perhaps, is where you'll go,
Where all go evil, don't you know
The founder here was deviously smart,
Placing a monster in Hogwarts' heart
Or how about Ravenclaw,
Never being seen, the only flaw
No one knows who you are
Not even that famous boy with the scar
Will it be in Hufflepuff, that you'll find your kin?
They may be loyal, but all so terribly dim
Your robes in Quidditch are an ugly yellow
The best in your number was killed, poor fellow
Or maybe Gryffindor is where you should be,
Being overshadowed by fame most times, you'll see
Everyone will always want you to save the school
But most times, you'll just end up looking the fool
So why don't you just turn tail right now
Beauxbatons, Durmstrang seem better, somehow!
Remind yourself why Hogwarts seemed fit,
The Muggle School near you closed, didn't it?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER: JKR owns all. But the Bananas are mine.