" Oh you may not think I'm pretty,But don't judge what you see,I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat then me. You can keep your bowlers black,Your top hats sleek and tall,For I'm the Sorting hat,And I can Cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can not see,So tell me on and I'll tell you where you ought be. You might belong in Gryffindor,Where dwell the brave at heart,Their daring,nerve, and chivaly Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong to Hufflepuff,Where they are just and loyal,Those patient Hufflepuffs are ture And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise Ravenclaw,If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always fing their kind: Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"