Slytherin Pride
A poem telling you exactly which House to pick when it's your turn for the Sorting Hat.
by Galatyn Renner
You feel the pressure build inside you,
You know you've got to give or crack.
So you take the opportunity
To kill your fear and then you laugh:
Because you know you make the rules,
You know you'll seize the day, someday.
You're the first to take the credit,
To jump up on the desk and say:
Slytherin-We make the rules.
We are the ones who seize this day.
We own the length and width of Hogwarts;
We strut and you lot clear the way.
We have the bravest here among us,
The smartest aren't in Ravenclaw,
You'll never find a group more loyal;
Content to let the masses stare in awe.
So why should you want to join us?
Aren't we all future Voldemorts?
Isn't Snape an awful teacher,
Ugly and always out of sorts?
Primo, don't insult our House Head,
Secundo, Voldy's not the rule,
But the last and best of reasons:
In Slytherin you're always cool!
Go Slyths!
Author's Note: Tiny bits of this poem don't belong to me, much to my chagrin. They're J. K. Rowling's Thanks to my little sister for pointing out that this poem can be quite successfully sung to the chorus of 'Falcon in the Dive' from The Scarlet Pimpernel. Shame on said little sister for singing it over and over while I was trying to study for midterms.
A poem telling you exactly which House to pick when it's your turn for the Sorting Hat.
by Galatyn Renner
You feel the pressure build inside you,
You know you've got to give or crack.
So you take the opportunity
To kill your fear and then you laugh:
Because you know you make the rules,
You know you'll seize the day, someday.
You're the first to take the credit,
To jump up on the desk and say:
Slytherin-We make the rules.
We are the ones who seize this day.
We own the length and width of Hogwarts;
We strut and you lot clear the way.
We have the bravest here among us,
The smartest aren't in Ravenclaw,
You'll never find a group more loyal;
Content to let the masses stare in awe.
So why should you want to join us?
Aren't we all future Voldemorts?
Isn't Snape an awful teacher,
Ugly and always out of sorts?
Primo, don't insult our House Head,
Secundo, Voldy's not the rule,
But the last and best of reasons:
In Slytherin you're always cool!
Go Slyths!
Author's Note: Tiny bits of this poem don't belong to me, much to my chagrin. They're J. K. Rowling's Thanks to my little sister for pointing out that this poem can be quite successfully sung to the chorus of 'Falcon in the Dive' from The Scarlet Pimpernel. Shame on said little sister for singing it over and over while I was trying to study for midterms.