There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, Oh, rest assured that I can read your naughty thoughts You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; Or you might fall under the spell that I put on you - You're safe in my hands. Now, let me see your Sword of Gryffindor