(To be sung annually at the services held in the Berkeley Stadium in commemoration of the loss of the Stanford Axe.)

Hate!
Hate! Hate!
Let us sing our wrath,
Chant with will measured tread our baneful wrath,
Our unfortunate hate, hate, hate; proclaim.
Announce it to the world,
And cast into their teeth
Our fury, defiance,
Hate!

Bah!
We hate them,
We hate them and their red tile roofs;
We hate the dirty grey of their stone slabs;
Oh, God,
We hate them!
We hate them!!
WE HATE THEM!

But let them snicker;
Let them gloat, ah yes, indeed;
But yield we not to base and futile weeping,
And moaning,
Let us be proud.
Let us be haughty and disdainful,
Disgustingly tolerant of their puny pride.
Today
They triumph.
It may be one, it may be a hundred,
It may be a thousand years...
And then... And then...
But let us be proud;
It was nothing but an axe.
We were tired of the damn thing anyway.
We didn't want their silly trophy.
Nevertheless,
Hate Stanford!
Hate! Hate!
HATE!

- Darrell Amyx