Anglicans:
Ding Dong! The Cov is dead. Which old Cov? The Wicked Cov!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Cov is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Cov is dead. It's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Cov is dead!
Mayor:
As Mayor of Anglican City, In the County of the Sun never Sets, I welcome you most regally.
Barrister:
But we've got to verify it legally, to see
Mayor:
To see?
Barrister:
If it
Mayor:
If it?
Barrister:
Is morally, ethic'lly
Father No.1:
Spiritually, physically
Father No. 2:
Positively, absolutely
Anglicans:
Undeniably and reliably Dead
Coroner:
As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined it.
And it's not only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead.
Mayor:
Then this is a day of Independence For all Anglicans and their descendants
Barrister:
If any.
Mayor:Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Cov at last is dead!
Don't blame me. Blame Canon G who says, "With apologies to the Wizard of OZ, English and good taste."
