It was a new year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Any minute now, the students would be arriving on their train, the second to seventh years would sit at their tables, the first years would come across the lake in rowboats, and then be sorted.
The ghosts floated about the halls, chatting about the upcoming year, the students they looked forward to seeing again and those who had left the school the year previous and would be missed. The paintings all arranged to look nice for the new students, striking their best poses and smiling charming smiles. Past some statues, up a stairscase and in an office sat a hat. A very old hat. It was rehearsing it's lines.
For as long as anyone could remember, the Sorting Hat had sorted the first year students into their houses. And every year it made a new song to sing.
"Oh Benny had a hat, that they wouldn't let him keep
So he put it up for sale at a price he thought was cheap
But Pop-Eye the sailor hat
Was a spinach sailor's cap
And little red riding hood
thought that her topper was good
Mr. Harpo Marx
Thought his top hat was smart.."
The hat stopped and coughed. "Egh, it's no good. none of it." Some dust flew off him irritably. It started again, in a high voice.
"They wore and itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka-dot.... hat? That's no good either."
It wasn't long before the hat was lifted from his perch in Dumbledore's office and set out in front of the teacher's table and all the house tables. The first years figited uncomfortably. The hat took a deep breath.
"One hat
Two hat
Red hat
Blue hat
you can see
I'm not a new hat
striped hat
dot hat
cold hat
hot hat
But you'll find
That I'm a smart hat
Set me on your head, you'll see
I'll read your thoughts,
and where you ought to be.
Maybe you fit Gryffindor,
Where live the brave and true
If you do whats right,
though you arent that bright,
Gryffindor could be for you.
Or you could be a Ravenclaw,
The smart and hard working one
You'll get good grades
And a job that pays
But dont expect much fun
Perhaps you'll be in Hufflepuff,
Where loyalty prevails
And you could never lie
Which is why I
Suggest you save the whales
Or by chance you're Slytherin
Where greed and lust are great
These devious wizards
Could cut out your gizzards
And give it to you on a plate.
There is no hat greater than I
So try me on, and dont be shy
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin,
I can tell you which one you're in."
-----all I've got so far. Tell me what you think.------
The ghosts floated about the halls, chatting about the upcoming year, the students they looked forward to seeing again and those who had left the school the year previous and would be missed. The paintings all arranged to look nice for the new students, striking their best poses and smiling charming smiles. Past some statues, up a stairscase and in an office sat a hat. A very old hat. It was rehearsing it's lines.
For as long as anyone could remember, the Sorting Hat had sorted the first year students into their houses. And every year it made a new song to sing.
"Oh Benny had a hat, that they wouldn't let him keep
So he put it up for sale at a price he thought was cheap
But Pop-Eye the sailor hat
Was a spinach sailor's cap
And little red riding hood
thought that her topper was good
Mr. Harpo Marx
Thought his top hat was smart.."
The hat stopped and coughed. "Egh, it's no good. none of it." Some dust flew off him irritably. It started again, in a high voice.
"They wore and itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka-dot.... hat? That's no good either."
It wasn't long before the hat was lifted from his perch in Dumbledore's office and set out in front of the teacher's table and all the house tables. The first years figited uncomfortably. The hat took a deep breath.
"One hat
Two hat
Red hat
Blue hat
you can see
I'm not a new hat
striped hat
dot hat
cold hat
hot hat
But you'll find
That I'm a smart hat
Set me on your head, you'll see
I'll read your thoughts,
and where you ought to be.
Maybe you fit Gryffindor,
Where live the brave and true
If you do whats right,
though you arent that bright,
Gryffindor could be for you.
Or you could be a Ravenclaw,
The smart and hard working one
You'll get good grades
And a job that pays
But dont expect much fun
Perhaps you'll be in Hufflepuff,
Where loyalty prevails
And you could never lie
Which is why I
Suggest you save the whales
Or by chance you're Slytherin
Where greed and lust are great
These devious wizards
Could cut out your gizzards
And give it to you on a plate.
There is no hat greater than I
So try me on, and dont be shy
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin,
I can tell you which one you're in."
-----all I've got so far. Tell me what you think.------