Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Maybetheyhadtotryandgetarabbitoutofit,Harrythoughtwildly, thatseemedthesortofthing —noticingthateveryoneinthehallwasnowstaringatthehat,hestaredatit,too. Forafewseconds,therewascompletesilence. Thenthehattwitched. Aripnearthebrimopenedwidelikeamouth—andthehatbegantosing: 

           "Oh,youmaynotthinkI’mpretty, 

           Butdon’tjudgeonwhatyousee, 

           I’lleatmyselfifyoucanfind 

           Asmarterhatthanme. 

           Youcankeepyourbowlersblack, 

           Yourtophatssleekandtall, 

           ForI’mtheHogwartsSortingHat 

           AndIcancapthemall. 

           There’snothinghiddeninyourhead 

           TheSortingHatcan’tsee, 

           SotrymeonandIwilltellyou 

           Whereyououghttobe. 

           YoumightbelonginGryffindor, 

           Wheredwellthebraveatheart,