All: Turn, turn turn.
Archdruid: A time to throw sticks.
All: And a time to chase them.
Archdruid: A time for walkies.
All: And a time to have a nice sit down.
Archdruid: A time wonder why Barnaby always leaves his missus to do all the dog walking.
All: And a time to wonder how fast everybody would leave Midsomer if it really had that crime rate, but only two murder detectives.
Archdruid: A time to investigate dodgy new age communities.
All: A time to wonder whether the planning permission at the Grange has pushed the incomer businessman over the edge.
Archdruid: A time to be a sinister vicar.
All: And a time to be a really sinister vicar.
Archdruid: A time to have a chat with the friendly barmaid down at the Cricketers' Arms.
All: And a time to discover she's done in the leader of the Mothers' Union with a snooker cue.
Archdruid: A time to be a friendly dog who steals the kid's favourite cuddly toy.
All: And a time to have a nice quiet sit by the fire in a house where someone will look after you through your autumn days.
Archdruid: May the blessing of a dog be with you.
All: Fur ever and ever.
Sykes By Miyagawa - Own work, CC BY 3.0