The pack is sent off in search of the hare;
They travel through fields, golden and fair.
This query is elusive, and tricky to find;
Sooner or later, our paths will combine.
A sentry strikes in, now all to the pack!
As the hare comes by, hounds on the track.
Voices like bells ring loud and clear;
Even from the one that brings up the rear.
On to the mysteries of the wildly laid trail;
The mob breaks down and tries not to fail.
The check is given, again to the chase;
The pack is once more off to the race.
Out of the pines, running out of time;
The hound to win undoubtedly is not mine.
Neither time nor the place to debate or weep;
Cause’ I am too tried to lose any sleep.
Tomorrows another day for me and my hound;
For the AHBA is the best fun to be found