Feet squelching we trudge, amid piercing cries
Shaking fists at the moon for our sandpaper thighs
Like penguins we waddle, on through the grey
'Til the chafe feels like fire ants swarming their prey
No need for a path, we're too tired to care
Stumbling over roots, we hope we are drawing near
Oh chafe you rascal, you've ruined my day
And that is all that I have to say