Archdruid: Nice weather for ducks.
Ducks: Bit wet, actually.
Archdruid: Sarcastic, feathery freaks.
Ducks: Insults don't bother us. Water off a....
Archdruid: Yeah, OK. Can we get onto the psalm now?
Ducks: Knock yourself out.
Archdruid: Into the depths I fall.
All: The waters rise up on every side.
Archdruid: Lucky I've got a Chelsea Tractor.
All: Yes. They're perfect for the school run, aren't they?
Archdruid: Bit wet in the south west, mind.
All: Yeah. But they're used to it.
Archdruid: Very level, Somerset.
All: Can we nip off early?
Archdruid: Yeah. Good idea.