James again moved to the front of the crowd as he was accustomed to doing, he watch with the other first year students in anticipation as Professor MacGonagal brought out a tri-legged stool and placed upon it an old torn witche's hat that just sat there for a moment. Then...to Jame's surprise and the other students the brim of the hat began to stirr and the entire hat seem to animate, he gasped with the other as the the spoke to them
"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.
I’m filthy and I’m old as dirt,
But looks should not be judged,
If brim is torn and edges worn
And surface has been smudged.
My purpose though has reason,
And no other qualified,
To sort you in your proper house,
Sure other hats have tried.
But none knows what I see in you,
Or where everyone here goes,
Even if you think you have a thought
I’m the only one who knows.
In Hufflepuff, the loyal lot,
Will make their beds each night,
In Ravenclaw, it’s brains and wit,
For this they’ll set their sight.
In Slytherin, the cunning go,
To learn the Arts so dark,
And Gryffindors are brave and true,
Their legends’ve left their mark.
So each of you should try me on,
I’ll name the house you’re in,
Cause, I’m the Sorting Hat you see,
Let the Sorting Rite begin."
James and the other students let out a roar of approval at hearing the Hat's song
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