A Sorting Hat Poem

There once was an old hat

That looked like a pile of rags

Haphazardly stitched together

That no one would care to wear

Yet it had a mind of its own

But this hat was no ordinary hat you see

It had big choices to make year after year

Constantly giving itself a headache as what to do

Analyzing each students unique set of traits before deciding

Should I put these kids in Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff