We are Fifty Kay and Seven now,
Since Khandu's starting gun
We're a little gray but we're all still sharp
Enough to make the run
And we know the day's not far ahead
When the Ks make Fifty-one.

No thread that ever Mudcat saw
Has even approached our claim
And all through Mudcat's motley realm
We've earned our noble name
As the thread that has the best of posts
If sometimes less than sane.

The cheers will lift the palace roof
The huzzahs will be rousin'
And all will get a bowl of cheer,
And a proper champagne dowsing.
The day the noble MOAB thread
Breaks the tape at Fifty-one thousand.

So here's to old McGonagle
And Blind Drunk in Blind River
And to the dreams of Rapparree
WHich make you blink and shiver.
And here's to gnu and Stilly too,
And big Bruce, on occasion
For making this most noble thread
The toast of Mudcat nation.