The Sorting Hat’s New Song.
Unsurity and danger lurks at every door
Waiting to pull you in.
The apple of society splintered at the core
And rotting at the skin.
Authorities are wavering
The ministry is slavering
To keep our world safe
From the Dark Lord’s wraith.
What would our brave founders do in our place?
Would they, for one second, let the confusion out-pace?
Gryffindor, bold and noble in his stride
Hufflepuff, working hard not to be pushed aside
Ravenclaw, thinking of ways, planning to overcome
Slytherin, slipping around till the final deed was done.
And so, as our brave founders would
We do as we always should.
We keep our chins high,
And calm our racing heart;
For with the Deathly Hallows nigh,
Hysteria might rip you apart!
Consider these warnings,
And be careful and brave,
Now let’s start the sortings,
To get into the houses we crave.
Practise your magic
And feel inner power click,
For the Dark Lord doth call
To the ruin of us all.