OK, so inspired by comments by Jim and Andy on a recent post, and with apologies to Robin Mark, here is the revised, non-standard version of my unfavourite song of the moment, designed to be used (or not) at a forthcoming event marking my ejection/exduction/chucking out from/leaving of Dibley...

If anyone has any more verses they wish to add, feel free via the comments section.  And if it looks a bit odd in Explorer (some with imported text seem to) ... well do as I did and shift to Firefox or some other more whizzy browser.

These aren’t the days of Elijah,

His chariot long since has flown:

And these aren’t the days of Your servant Moses,

No manna has been seen for years.

For these are days of departure,

When Dibley’s minister goes north,

And, we are a voice in the school hall singing

‘We think its the will of the Lord.’

Behold she goes, riding on a plane,

Or driving in a car, fallowing the call;

Lift your voice, it’s the day she goes away,

Abducted, expelled or what’s it called?.

These aren’t the days of Ezekiel,

No weird wheeled creatures we see;

And these aren’t the days of Your servant David,

- whose conduct simply won’t become

One in the pastoral office,

Whose life must be whiter than white!

For they must obey BUS and BUGB

To keep their names on the roll...