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