The lighting of the healing toe-candle
Archdruid: Oh Lord, how many are my toes!
All: How sore the way they rise up against me.
Archdruid: When people ask "how did that happen, then" I shall tell them, the dog knocked a kettle over them.
All: And then shall they snigger and ask how much I had last night.
Archdruid: But it is no laughing matter. I shall know their blisters by day.
All: And their throbbing in the night time.
Archdruid: And so shall I lay down with my feet in cold water.
All: From the rising up of the pain, until its going down.
Combined dismissal and alternative therapy suggestion
Archdruid: Frozen peas.
All: They're under the cod.