Pieśń o chacie naszej

                                                           (29 lutego 2004, w okrągłą, 28 rocznicę Pozyskania Chaty)

                       Kiedy odmierzam

                                                     dni me klubowe,

                       Szukając,

                                            gdzie gorejący wątek,

                       Przychodzą

                        na myśl

                            te dni lutowe!

                       Dwudziesty dziewiąty –

              to był początek!

                                           ***

                                                                            Siedemdziesiąte

                                                                                                          mijają lata.

                                                                            Ta słynna

                                                                                                    Gierka dekada.

                                                                            Lecz w Klubie

                                                                                                 smutek.

                                                                            „Gdzież nasza chata?”

                                                                            Biada Klubowi,

                                                                      ach, biada!

                                                      ***

                       W bezsilnej złości

                                                     Klub i Irenka

                       Po całej Puszczy

                                                     się szwenda.

                       Nagle idea!

                                              Nagle jutrzenka!

                       Do Borzęcina!!

                                           Tam

                                              mieszka Grenda!

                                                     ***

                                                                            Grenda chałupę

                                                                                                     nam wydzierżawi.

                                                                            Skończą się

                                                                                                          nasze kłopoty.

                                                                            Co będzie

                                                                                            trzeba,

                                                                              to się naprawi.

                                                                            Nie pożałujem

                                                                                                   roboty!

                                                                            Żelazo trzeba

                                                                                                     kuć, gdy gorące!

                                                                            Irena tworzy

                                                                                 szturmgrupę.

                                                                            Powiada Grenda:

                                                                                                      za dwa tysiące,

                                                                           Możecie wziąć

                                                                                tę chałupę!

                                                           ***

                      Ech, głupie baby,

                                                 Prezes powiada,

                     Czy wyście powariowały?

                     Komu się w Puszczy

                                                 chata ta nada?

                     Wszak obok innych tłum cały?

                                                                                             ***

                                                                              Nic to.

                                                                                        Gotowim

                                                                                                      dom nasz klubowy.

                                                                             Już farba

                                                                                             świeżością pachnie!

                                                                             Gdy się

                                                                               na niego

                                                                                                     Wróbel zamachnie,

                                                                             Wilk zawsze

                                                                                pomóc gotowy!        

                                                       ***

                       Tu będziem

                       chwile

                                                   spędzać radosne

                       I siły brać

                                         na zamiary!

                      Zimę i lato,

                                       jesień i wiosnę.

                      Nie straszny nam

                     mróz ni komary!

                      Myśli z najwyższych

                         nawet gór stoków

                      Ku chacie będą

                wciąż biegły!

                      Wspominać będziem

                          czar

                        swoich kroków

                       Przez groblę

                         przez Wiersze

                              przez Debły!

                                                      ***

                                                                                Choć w oczy będą

                                                                                                           kłuć milionami

                                                                                Kulczyk

                                                                         czy Gudzowaty,

                                                                                W każdym

                                                                              rankingu

                                                                                           przegrają z nami –

                                                                                 Nie będą mieć

                                                                                                         takiej chaty!

                                                      ***

                       I choćby przyszło

                                tysiąc Rywinów,

                       I finansjery

                                           tysiąc rekinów,

                       I każdy dałby

                         tysiąc łapówek –

                       Nie damy

                                      nawet

                                               desek

                            połówek!

                                                    ***

                                                                                  Skrzydła u ramion

                                                                                                              będą nam rosły.

                                                                                  Wznieśmy szklanice,

                                                                                                               puchary,

                                                                                                                             czarki

                                                                                  Niech zapanuje

                                                                                                          nastrój podniosły!

                                                                                  Vivat dla Chaty

                                                                                                             i dla chatarki!!!