There was an old hasher called Bitter
Who follows Lune Valley on Twitter
He set today's r*n
And ordered the sun,
That trainspotting hasher called Bitter

There's also a hasher called Twisted
Who's hared lots of r*ns that are listed
She shouts very loud
Whilst ahead of the crowd
that Front Running B**** called Twisted

There's a couple called Morticia and Lurch
Who used to live near to the church
They've moved nearer to town
But still get a down down
For blaming their lateness on Lurch

There's a young hasher named Biscuit Bandit
Who'd been caught in the bucket red handed
He was tied to the dog
Over stiles and through bog
That newly named lad, Biscuit Bandit

Our esteemed RA is called Bubbles
He watches for us and our troubles
He writes them down quick
And then takes his pick
Down-downs in the circle with Bubbles!

There are 2 biker hashers called Twit Twot
Arriving in the sun they looked hot
They took off their gear
And ran front and rear
Those 2 biker hashers called Twit Twot

There's a long distance driver called Highway
Who chauffeurs a lady called Layby
He hashed like a Lord
In his trousers of cord
That gentleman hasher called Highway

There's a great hashing club called Lune Valley
Whose members are usually quite pally
But we'd swap Baldbrick's hooter
For a mobility scooter
Those generous hashers from Lune Valley!