Author's note: This is a song for the Sorting Hat that I've made up with a bit of help from the morrigan three. Hope you like it!
The Song of the Sorting HatFar away and long ago,
There lived a wizard with one toe.
His name was Godric, and he was dashy,
Like an original Lockhart, but not as flashy.
One day upon his travels, a woman he saw,
And the name of this insufferable old bag was Rowena Ravenclaw.
In his opinion, one witch was enough,
But along for the ride was Helga Hufflepuff.
Both Helga and Raven found him rather dishy,
But Godric suspected that something was fishy,
"What are two ladies such as yourselves,
Doing wandering around a wood, full of Goblins and Elves?"
"We are on a quest!" young Helga replied,
"To create a Wizarding school, at which students can reside.
They will learn herbs and potions, and how to fly,
Those with the blood, a world of magic will espy."
Gryffindor cried, "What a brill idea! Let me come too,
Our three brains are far better than two!"
Then from behind a tree stepped an evil thing indeed,
Salazar Slytherin, full of malice and greed.
"Allow me to join your merry band of men,
And instead of three, there will be four then."
Each put forward their various skills,
And work began deep in the hills,
They built the best school of magic they could,
And within a year, before them this castle stood.
"It needs a library!" Said swotty Rowena,
Godric, also seeing was missing, said, "A Quidditch arena!"
"How about a hall, with an enchanted sky?"
Sighed Helga Hufflepuff, with a gleam in her eye.
Last up was Slytherin, "I hope there's a bar."
The other three turned and looked at Salazar.
Rowena pursed her lips, "This is a school, not a pub!
No more silly suggestions, is that understood?"
And so began the first seeds of dissent,
Of the four heroes, Slytherin's patience was spent.
And that rivalry lives on, four houses apart,
All because of Slytherin's rather silly remark.
So Slytherin went on his own path,
Shouting behind him, "This school is going to be so naff!"
But the founders continued, not bothered by Salthazar's moans,
And worked until they ached down to their bones.
"There's just one question, how do we choose?"
Asked Helga, Godric removed one of his shoes,
"We'll use my trainer to sort Lion from Crow,
"It's a Raven," said Rowena, "And anyway, no.
We'll use a hat, and teach it to speak,
It can assess the qualities amongst the elite."
"Right-O," said Godric, "It's worth a shot."
And that's why, dear listeners, it's me you've got.
So shut up complaining, it's me who'll decide,
What house you're in, there's nothing you hide.
If you beg to be in one, I'll give you another
For my own amusement, so don't bother.
My song is over, and that is that,
For I am the most amazing, most wonderful, Hogwart's Sorting Hat!
Please R/R! Thanks