Who runs in purple,
Chaos by thy name.
Thy Thursday come, as we have done
Since last month, at every opportunity.
Give us this day our daily champers
And forgive us our spillages
As we forgive those who do so inebriated.
And lead us always into temptation,
And deliver us from wowsers.
For Hashing is the thingy, the whatsit and the story
Now and forever,