Sorting Hat Song

Jag har haft ett skönt påsklov och medvetet försökt rensa skallen genom att lägga de pedagogiska tankarna på hyllan ett tag. I stället för att läsa artiklar, blogga, twittra och allt vad det blir i vanliga fall så har jag njutit av solen, god mat, gott sällskap och några Harry Potter böcker. Jag har precis börjat läsa ”Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix” och tar sorteringshattens sång som tecken på att det är dags att återgå till vardagen igen.

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
united by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world’s best magic school
And pass along their learning.
”Together we will build and teach!”
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
[…]
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, ”We’ll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest.”
Said Ravenclaw, ”We’ll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest.”
Said Gryffindor, ”We’ll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,”
Said Hufflepuff, ”I’ll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same.”
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
[…]
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding 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 now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I’m for,
But this year I’ll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it’s wrong,

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