Hymn: Theirs a place where the Street's Shine
Archdruid: Woe are us for we are people of unclean lips'.
All: Our apostrophe's are upon us.
Archdruid: We have done what we ought not to of done.
All: We have failed to do what we ought to of done.
Archdruid: We have used prepositions to end sentences with.
All: Though we dare to definitely claim that that isn't a real grammatical error. And we've defiantly used the right words though, ironically, not necessarily in the right order.
Archdruid: People of better grammar have pointed they're fingers at us.
All: "Their they are", they cry. "There English is atrocious."
Archdruid: And so we have less people who respect us.
All: They're not never going to be are friends.
Archdruid: ai wouldn't behave like that if I was them. We think they should get off of those hobby horses.
All: And, irregardless of prejudice, hopefully they'll come to love us.
Archdruid: Or, fortuitously, decide their as bad as we are.
All: And decide that's a nuff condemnation.
Archdruid: For if God won't never condemn us, why shouldn't they? Gods love is unlimitedless.
All: Its unboundedlessness is infinite.
Hymn: Will You're Anchor Hold?
Archdruid: Go in Piece.
All: This must of ended.