In times of old when I was newAnd Hogwarts barely startedThe founders of our noble schoolThought never to be parted:United by a common goal,They had the selfsame yearning,To make the world’s best magic schoolAnd pass along their learning.“Together we will build and teach!”The four good friends decidedAnd never did they dream that theyMight some day be divided,For were there such friends anywhereAs Slytherin and Gryffindor?Unless it was the second pairOf Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?So how could it have gone so wrong?How could such friendships fail?Why, I was there and so can tellThe whole sad, sorry tale.Said Slytherin, “We’ll teach just thoseWhose ancestry is purest.”Said Ravenclaw, “We’ll teach those whoseIntelligence is surest.”Said Gryffindor, “We’ll teach all thoseWith brave deeds to their name,”Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot,And treat them just the same.”These differences caused little strifeWhen first they came to light,For each of the four founders hadA house in which they mightTake only those they wanted, so,For instance, SlytherinTook only pure-blood wizardsOf great cunning, just like him,And only those of sharpest mindWere taught by RavenclawWhile the bravest and the boldestWent to daring Gryffindor.Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,And taught them all she knew,Thus the houses and their foundersRetained friendships firm and true.So Hogwarts worked in harmonyFor several happy years,But then discord crept among usFeeding on our faults and fears.The houses that, like pillars four,Had once held up our school,Now turned upon each other and,Divided, sought to rule.And for a while it seemed the schoolMust meet an early end,What with duelling and with jightingAnd the clash of friend on friendAnd at last there came a morningWhen old Slytherin departedAnd though the fighting then died outHe left us quite downhearted.And never since the founders fourWere whittled down to threeHave the houses been unitedAs they once were meant to be.And now the Sorting Hat is hereAnd you all know the score:I sort you into housesBecause that is what I’m for,But this year I’ll go further,Listen closely to my song:Though condemned I am to split youStill I worry that it’s wrong,Though I must fulfil my dutyAnd must quarter everv yearStill I wonder whether SortingMay not bring the end I fear.Oh, know the perils, read the signs,The warning history shows,For our Hogwarts is in dangerFrom external, deadly foesAnd we must unite inside herOr we’ll crumble from withinI have told you, I have warned you…Let the Sorting now begin.