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The Sorting Song 1993, Take 57 [Dec. 21st, 2003|09:13 am]
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So I'm beginning to think that I was going about this all wrong the entire time, and that maybe Gilligan's Island isn't the best theme for next year's song after all. I mean, shipwreck, unrescuable losers who spend their time building phones out of coconut shells...that's not really the sort of message I want to be sending to the kids, is it?

Well, not that half of them could manage to tell a tiki from a television, but we all ought to do what we can to keep spirits up, especially in such dangerous times, hup hup!

So I decided to get back into the spirit of things and try sticking to something a bit more seasonal. If we can have Christmas in July, why can't we have Christmas in the beginning of September? At least then everyone might be a bit more open to practising unconditional love!

So here goes the Sorting Song 1993, take 57.
(to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

In all the long years that Hogwarts has been schooling,
There have been four different houses a-ruling.
If you'll sit for a moment and hear,
I'll sing all of them just for your eeeea-eeeaaa-eeaaa-eaaaar:

All of the Hogwarts houses
Have their own strengths and flaws,
If you are put in Slytherin,
You'd better hope you can grow claws.

All of the Huffle-puffians
Are so sad they get called names;
None of the other houses
Let them share in Hogwarts' fame!

The Ravenclaw, with nose so high
Gets brown on it from teacher's ass.
The Gryffindor, who hates the rules
Never even goes to class!

So keep your heads high, oh first years;
Don't ever let your spirits hang!
For it could be much worse, first years:
You could've ended at Durmstrang!


Hmm. I think I need to add call-backs for the ghosts. They're always complaining that they don't get to participate enough.

Hold on, Fawkes is shitting again. Will write more as soon as I clean the remains of his breakfast off my brim.

Damn phoenix.
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