Atop a head, is where I sat,
When I was just a dumb old hat.
I watched as he met three new allies,
Being different just like those guys.
They had created a great big project
That really came into effect.
Years had passed and their desires,
Had finished for their admirers.
The school itself was new and grand,
Where students could learn any brand.
Later on they each defined,
A House that symbolized their own kind.
From then on I was made so bright,
To sort with knowledge at it's height.
These people, the best of their time,
Are known as this, still in their prime.
Gryffindor, who was made so brave,
Took those who showed this little crave.
Slytherin who was so very sly,
Wanted students with his own eye.
Hufflepuff was only fair,
Liked all students and didn't care.
Ravenclaw, the last, but made of wit,
Found students with the perfect fit.
But then a friend had betrayed,
Seeing that of his own way.
Before I'm through with this years tradition,
I want to warn you of the condition.
Though one House has their own views,
A war was fought and they've made their truce.
Every House is good and new,
Now come up here so I can sort you.
There's no need to be terrified,
Everyone sorted, has been verified.
Now I've completed my new song,
You can be sorted to where you belong.
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