We’re running and running as fast as we can
No one to look to or to reach out a hand.
The hills are approaching and looking mighty ferocious
Our shoes all muddy and mighty atrocious.
We look to the finish and see our team,
The only ones still waiting, smiling with a beam.
Yeah we’re stupid and yeah we’re gay
But look at our friends…ok they are pretty gay…
But gay or not, we’ve all made it through,
And now we’re sitting here, re-lacing our shoe.
There’s no need to explain, no need to wonder
We have some great coaches, the almighty plunder.
Yes, plunder is right, for we be mighty pirates,
And I’m putting this line here because nothing rhymes with pirates…
At cross country camp, we come together as one,
To explore each other, until the knot is finally done.
This knot will bind us to our dying day on earth,
So that we’re brothers and sisters, from our timely birth.
So let’s run and run, as fast as we can,
Cuz running is horrible, but we’re all a fan.
-BeeJ
