It all started out so innocently,
a new toy and a walk in the park...
But soon you were coming home tired and dirty,
and frequently well after dark.
Your friends and your family, they started to wonder,
When you spoke about nothing but "caches",
Then they found you were looking in old rotten stumps,
For what had to be other folks' trashes.
Your obsession, it grew... 'til you knew through and
through,
What it was -- just a full-fledged addiction.
And your wife and your mother, your sister and brother,
Padlocked the tupperware in their kitchens.
It's not just the numbers, but the thrill of the hunt,
They heard you repeat endlessly,
But they can't help but wonder when you're out late at night,
What's the thrill in a quarter 'til three???
But those in the know, your true caching friends,
Understand there's no need for concern,
The most challenging part of this wonderful game,
Is in making a legal U-turn.
Now you've come to a milestone in your career,
As a cacher -- amazing but true...
This is your 500th find of a cache,
So I won't even give you a clue.
You've worked hard for this mark, you've hiked and you've
climbed,
More than once you have crawled on your knees,
You have paddled a boat, you have waded through mud,
Ridden ferries across the high seas.
Now you've found your five-hundredth and it's my turn to
say,
Well done, and good job -- it was fun,
But I know what you're thinking, deep down in your heart,
Let's move on to five hundred and one....