They place me on a chair,
And place the hat upon my hair.
It will soon speak out in a booming Voice,
That it’s made it’s final choice.
I feel my face growing red,
My body is stiff as if I’m dead.
The hat finally decides what house I’m in,
I wish I’m not in Slytherin.
The voice of the hat fills the room loud and clear,
I feel a surge of excitement and fear.
Alas it shouts out: Gryffindor!
And I am not so nervous anymore.