Showing posts with label dead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dead. Show all posts

Sunday, March 25, 2012

DING DONG! THE COV IS DEAD


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."