Hymn:
How does it feel on a Monday that's so blue
When it's eleven days to pay day
And the credit cards are due?
Archdruid: With hope we have looked to the skies
All: Yet saw no super-blood-wolf moon. Not even an ordinary-water-spaniel moon.
Archdruid: We looked for a red moon
All: But the only red thing is our finances.
Archdruid: Woe is us, for we have passed through Christmas and New Year
All: And the reckoning is upon us.
Archdruid: How we rejoiced as we drank that port.
All: How we enjoyed that eight-bird roast, even as we wondered where the ostrich came.
Archdruid: Christmas is past, the winter's still with us
All: And we have not saved.
Archdruid: And Easter is late.
All: And Brexit is coming.
Archdruid: Still, there's Creme Eggs in the shops.
All: Don't mind if we do.
Hymn: I don't like Mondays
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