{I l’amour THIS LITTLE POEM. I THINK THAT JK ROWLING SHOULD CONSIDER écriture poésie SOMETIME! LOL...}

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founder's of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United par a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the worlds 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 some jour be divided
For where there such Friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the seconde pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
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
a dit Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whoses ancestry is purest."
a dit Ravenclaw, "We'll teach just those whose
Intelligence is surest."
a dit Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With Rebelle deeds to their name."
a dit Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When they first 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 par Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then 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 for a while it seemed the school
Must meet and early end,
What with duelling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Syltherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the houses been united
As they were once meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And toi all know the score:
I sort toi into houses
Because that is what I'm for.
But this an I'll go further
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemmed I am to divisé, split you
Still I worry that it's wrong.
Though I must fulfil my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
ou we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned toi ...
Let the sorting begin.