I will leave my happi at the trail,
I won’t sing a note,
They’ve all been sung before, you know.
So why don’t we just lay our marks,
Like we’re not scared of what the shiggy has,
Or scared of finding Y-B-F.
Look, don’t get me wrong,
I know there is no shitty trail.
All I ask is,
If this is my last hash with you,
Searching like we’re more than just friends.
Give me a hash note I can use.
Lead me with your chalk while we do,
What hashers do,
It matters how we zen.
What if I never hash again?