Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: (Ch. The Sorting Hat is a sentient hat at Hogwarts that magically determines which of the four school Houses each new student belongs most to. The Sorting Hat's Song is a poem by J. K. Rowling that appears in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, published in 1997. It's really well written! All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... A person pretending to be Draco Malfoy?????? At the wizarding school that Harry Potter goes to, called Hogwarts, there are four houses. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. 7) The Sorting Hat Lyrics The door swung open at once. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry, They are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,He whipped me off his headThe founders put some brains in meSo I could choose instead!Now slip me snug around your ears,I've never yet been wrong,I'll have alook inside your mind And tell where you belong!'. Gryffindor values bravery, daring and chivalry, Hufflepuff values diligence, loyalty and fair play, Ravenclaw values wit and intelligence, and Slytherin values ambition, cunning and resourcefulness. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, 'A thousand years or more ago,When I was newly sewn,There lived four wizards of renown,Whose name are still well-known:Bold Gryffindor from wild moor,Fair Ravlenclaw from glen,Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,Shrewd Slytherin from fen.They share a wish, a hope, a dream,They hatched a daring plan,To educate young sorcerers,Thus Hogwarts school began.Now each of these four foundersFormed their own house, for eachDid value different virtues,In the ones they had to teach.By Gryffindor, the bravest werePrized far beyond the rest;For Ravenclaw, the cleverestWould always be the best;For Hufflepuff, hardworkers wereMost worthy of admission;And power-hungry SlytherinLoved those of great ambition.While still alive they did divideTheir favourates from the throng,Yet how to pick the worthy onesWhen they were dead and gone? Sorting Hat's Song (Book 4) poem by J. K. Rowling. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. The Sorting Hat's Song is a poem by J. K. Rowling that appears in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, published in 1997. Sorting Hat's Song (Book 1) Poem by J. K. Rowling - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013. A thousand years or more agoWhen I was newly sewnThere lived four wizards of renown. A smarter hat than me. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry 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. —The Sorting Hat's opening lines of the 1991 Sorting Hat's song. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. 'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can findA smarter hat then me.You can keep your bowlers black,Your top hats sleek and tall,For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.There's nothing hidden in your headThe Sorting Hat can't see,So try me on and I will tell youWhere you ought to be.You might belong in Gryffindor,Where dwell the brave at 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,Where you'll meet your real friends,Those cunning folk use any means,To achieve their ends.So put me on! Juliet Capulet's Summer Epithalamion Soliloquy, https://poems.fandom.com/wiki/The_Sorting_Hat%27s_Song_(1997_version)?oldid=3987. These four Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). {{The sorting hat's song (1997 version)} You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. Love Harry potter peace out potterheads and you two pure bloods. This is my favourite poem! This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. "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." Sorting Hat's song (book 1) "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 then me. 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. Harry's first year at Hogwarts. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. 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. Sorting Hat's Song (Book 4) Poem by J. K. Rowling - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. And don't get in a flap! Don't be afraid! Students are 'sorted' into their houses by putting on an magical hat, which 'looks' their head and decides which house they should be in. Each house values special qualities, e.g. Poetry Wiki is a FANDOM Lifestyle Community. A wonderfully woven narrative poem...yet another tiptop magnum opus by the same finessed wordsmith - doubtless our times' finest literary polymath; a towering whiz instantly recognizable for her unbeatable verse and dainty prose...I feel pretty ennobled savoring this riveting rhymes, and posting my heartfelt remarks hereunder! Page A masterfully woven narrative poem...a straight tiptop opus from the same incomparably endowed wordsmith - easily today's finest literary ace; a towering pen instantly recognizable for her this nifty verse...I feel quite ennobled reading these dainty rhymes, and sharing these views herebelow! A smarter hat then me. You're in safe hands (though I have none) For a Thinking Cap.'.