We all met up near Ripley School,
We were hoping the hares were not cruel,
Off His Trolley was there
Plus White Noise, our two hares,
(Also Baldbrick, just acting the fool!).

The hashers set off for their run,
Expecting both shiggy and sun.
The trail we'd been set
Was not soggy or wet,
So didn't detract from our fun.

We followed the trail to the Lune,
And hoped that we'd finish quite soon.
But we started to fear
That we'd all still be here
By the light of the silvery moon.

We all joined the circle at last,
Both Rambos and Wimps, slow and fast.
Some people were named,
Some sinners were blamed
(And the volume of beer drunk was VAST).