Here is the Sorting Hat’s First Song. Those of you who know me will recognise that I’m tipping my cap to my hero, Martin Carthy in this tune/guitar combination. I’m hoping he’ll sing it to Eliza’s two sprogs!
Here it is …
and here are the words again:-
Oh, you may not
think I’m pretty, but don’t judge on what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me.
So put me on!
Don’t be afraid! And you won’t get in a flap!
You’re safe in my hands (though I have none) for I’m a Thinking Cap!
You can keep your
bowlers black, your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all.
There’s nothing
hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can’t see,
So try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.
You might belong in
Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in
Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old
Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in
Slytherin you’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.