A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Smart Dumbledore, from Britain.
Three shared a wish, a hope, a dreanm
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus, Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each (Dumbledore did so a thousand years later)
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyong the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the fairest
Would always be the second best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And the smartest wizard, Dumbledore
Loved them all even with a Slytherin ambition.
While still alive three and Slytherin did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He swept me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!
Professor McGonagall: "[Your Last Name], [Your First Name]!"
You snug on the hat and listen to it blabbing about you.
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