A hashing we will go a Hashing we will go, come on out even if your slow!
Twas the night before hashing, when all through the woods
Not a hasher was stirring, not even PG.
The beer mugs were hung by the cooler to chill
In the hopes that St Dickaless would soon come to fill
The DFL’s were resting before the big run
While visions of Keystone (and Heinekine, Bud, Michelob,Coors) were filling their heads.
And Kick Stand in his tights and Baster in his stockings had just settled down
in hopes of a long hashing run with lots of fun.
When up the drive way there arose such a clatter.
We left our beers to see what was the matter.
When a little old hasher came out of his truck
Of course it was Floss all covered in muck
Now Mail Bait, now Head, now Wowie and Nurse!
On Titty, On Brides Maid, On Climbing and Spike!
Lead us to the beer near on top of the wall.
Now drink away , drink away, till we all crawl.
The hash was now ended and the Hares spoke not a word
But filled all the beer mugs for even the Nerds
On the singing continued all through the night
In hopes that the next day their eyes would be bright.
Now hash away hash away Hash away all
And come to the pub crawl you’ll sure have a ball