I am the Archbishop
of Canterbury,
I wear a peculiar hat.
I'm head of the Church of England
And what could be finer than that?
But I was beginning
to think last week
That no-one is listening to me when I speak
And if that is the case I shall shortly say
I'm jolly well not going to speak today.
I shan't speak
at all for hours and hours
And if somebody asks if I've lost my powers
I shall say "You've got it! Precisely that!"
For what is the point of a funny hat
And a jewelled
cope and a staff of gold
If nobody listens to what they're told.
And I don't care if they kiss my ring
And say "We're sorry" or anything.
I'm going back
to Lambeth to have my tea.
They can all go jump in the Holy See!
