Archdruid: And so, in the circling circle of years, the cycle has circled and so we, like th'encircling circles of a circuitous circle...
All: Can you cut the poetry and pseudo-Celtic drivel? We want to start the barbecue.
Archdruid: And so, as Shiny-Face Dave was the future once, now he is the past. He retires to be an elder statesperson.
All: To speak from above politics, like Major.
Archdruid: Or to sulk cowering in a bunker, like Brown.
All: To loathe his successor and all her works, like Heath.
Archdruid: Or to loathed and reviled by all, like Blair.
All: History will be his judge.
Archdruid: And so, the moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.
All: PMs come and PMs go. But PM's never Gove.
Archdruid: And so...
All: Will you, in the name of Kirsty MacColl, stop saying "And so...?"
Archdruid: Let Dave be gone and Theresa rule.
All: For Winter is Coming.
Archdruid: Not that we're saying she's Jadis the Witch-Queen.
All: Though she'd get the part if she auditioned.
The ritual Wicker PM is taken out and burned.
Archdruid: Let us dance on the ashes of failure.
All: Bring in the Queen of the May!
The ritual New Wicker PM is installed and garlanded with mayflower.
Archdruid: OK. I'll give civilisation 5 years. Let's get the barbie started.
Hymn: Light up the Fire