BLESSING OF THE HARES Bless these hares, Bless this trail, Coppus no catch us, Farmer no shoot us, Frostus no bite us, Heatus no stroke us, Plenty of cold beer to drink, and Coitus non-interruptus.		HEAD CHANT Head? Who said head? I'll take some of that! And I did, and it was great And there was much rejoicing. And then we fucked. We fucked for hours, In the trees, shrubs, and flowers. Like Vikings, with horns on our head. Arrggh!
OUR LAGER (Beer Prayer for Circle) Our Lager Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink. Thy will be drunk, I will be drunk, At the Frozen Chozen down-down as in the taverns. Give us this day our foamy head, And forgive us our spillages, As we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not into incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers. For thine is the Beer, The Bitter, and the Lager, Barmen.		LIPS CHANT Lips? Who said lips? I'll take some of that, On my zipper!