For the Sorting Hat and Its Wonderful Mistake
I clearly remember the day
I sat you upon my head
In my heart, I began to pray
And listened to all that you said
I heard you consider my cunning
And all of the smarts I had
Four houses were all in the running
All containing some good and some bad
You whispered your two final choices
And asked my true heart to decide
To listen to my inner voices
About where I need to reside
My innards resounded quite loudly
But my mind disagreed in the end
And since my judgment was cloudy
I asked you to be a true friend
So Gryffindor was your decision
And I climbed off the old wooden stool
I walked to my house with precision
Hoping I didn’t look like a fool
I know now that you were quite wrong
The logic is easy to face
Here’s not where I belong
Ravenclaw’s surely my place
But I thank you for placing me here
Among my classmates and friends
For creating within me some cheer
For the happiness that they all lend
I am grateful for what you have done
For your wonderful mistake
And for the lies that we have spun
I am a Gryffindor, but I’m a fake!
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