Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Written by Specklebird for Second City HHH

Once there was a hasher not unlike you or me Who had to hare on a cold December twenty-three, For sad was his mood The turnout was not good Everyone was home decorating the tree.

He pouted at the bar with his brew Wearing his sweats and a shirt and his shoes , “Where are they at? It’s a well-laid trail at that,” But the date and the weather gave clue.

In Chicago, it’s too cold to hash to-day, Perhaps not in California or Texas or Floriday, Up here it’s sub “O” Bitter winds doth blow And the skies are a dark, cloudy gray.

But, lo, at halfway to four Two hashers walked thru the door Followed by two more, Three more then four more Through the door hashers continued to pour.

More hashers walked into the bar for their brew A grand total of twenty-two, Beer was poured, Some songs they roared, The lonely hasher’s elation grew.

“On Out” was called with a tweet All hashers then got to their feet They left the bar’s heat To gather in the street The hare said the trail would be neat.

The hare was overjoyed, he was glad, What a grand turnout he had! A promised great trail A fun time would prevail As a hare he would not fail (because that would be bad).

So grand was his rapture, his luck, He danced and kicked and danced and bucked, He followed the hounds across the street All while kicking up his feet And then got hit by a delivery truck.

Now the loneliest hare is dead and cold And the moral to this story I am told, You will never fail If you set a great trail But look both ways before crossing that road!