The Sorting Song #1:
"Oh woe is me, Filthy, dusty, patched and old, Songs and ditties I must spew, So what house, you must ask, I say none,
Oh fee, oh fie,
I've seen so many things, No one can deny,
My heart would tingle,
If I had one,
And I would gasp,
If I had lungs,
But as a bodiless sorting hat,
I am much lower than a rat.
Smelling vaguely of snot and mold,
I live in a noble magic school,
Just a hat held together by mildew,
Year after year I am taken from my bed,
So I can run rampant in some runty child's head.
But this one is a secret just for you.
Your fellows stand waiting nervously,
Like thousands had before,
But you tell even one of them,
Of this sad and tragic tale,
I will make you rue the day,
You had committed such a fail.
Shall I put you in?
Will it be Gryffindor, or Slytherin?
Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff,
Maybe none of the above.
Should I send you home to cry?
Or would you rather learn to fly?
Sort yourself,
But go easy on your brain.
Time is much better wasted,
Staring at the rain."
Sorting Song #2
"You who come to Hogwarts School, I am here to choose your house, you see, Bravely, boldly, standing tall, Wise, gentle and aware, Sweet, loyal and a friend, Sly, cunning and ambitious, So come on up and do not fear,
Also come and sit on my old stool,
Listen closely to this song,
And my sorting will not take long.
I will tell you were you long to be,
In this house you will find the key,
To your heart and personality.
Gryffindor is where you'll be after all,
You stand up for what you believe is right,
And never ever run from a fight.
In Ravenclaw is where you'll flare,
You analyze and think ahead,
Always comparing life to what you've read.
Hufflepuff is where you'll end,
Kind and fairly do you act,
But not with an ounce of tact!
Slytherin is for those willing to be vicious,
You'll do anything to win,
Even betray friend and kin!
I will search you and find your gear,
The one that works and spins your mind,
Then I will place you, using everything I find."
