(set to the trad. folksong "All for the Grog")
And it's all for the smile, the jolly, jolly smile.
It's all for the fun and adventure.
I spent all my tin
On the gas to cache again
For across the cachin' landscape I must wander
Now where is my shirt, my button pocket shirt?
It's all for the fun and adventure.
Though the sleeves are near wore out
And thorns and thistle make me shout
I still love it for the caching that's my pleasure.
And where are my pants, my multi-pocket pants?
It's all for the fun and adventure.
Though the knees are worn quite thin
And the seat might cause a grin
They're great for caching plains or in the heather.
And where are my boots, my lace-up hikin' boots?
It's all for the fun and adventure.
Though the soles are a disgrace
And the tongue wags out in space
The heels can still withstand the trek wherever.
And where is my hat, my brimmed and logo'd hat?
It's all for the fun and adventure.
Its colors, true, did fade
But it still provides me shade
And keeps my nose from burning into leather.
And where are my wheels, my trusty caching wheels?
It's all for the fun and adventure.
On pavement or in dirt
They'll not leave me in the lurch
And take me to the caches in all weathers.
Now I'm set to run and cache in rain or sun
It's all for the fun and adventure.
I'll go where e'er it takes
Only pride the thing at stake
And every I will rove away out yonder.
Yup. Addicted -- but don't want no cure.
Spotted your coin in the middle of Texas -- amid some great company and great bbq at GC2HM8R E.T. Don't Go Home Yet!!!!!!