We have just had our local elections, a very interesting ritual. I have voted for one party or another since I was eighteen, a very long time ago indeed!
This time I’d had enough, I still went to the poling station, registered my vote as “No confidence”

RITUALS

Round the maypole we all dance, dance and prance, dance and prance
Praying to some pagan god, not a chance, not a chance
Pancakes we all love to toss, toss and toss toss and toss
Now it’s time to choose a new boss, hype and gloss , hype and gloss

We used to burn the wicker man, wicker man, wicker man
To gain wealth and power was the plan, was the plan, was the plan
Now we pray to other gods, for odds and sods, odds and sods
On we go year after year, year after year plod plod plod, plod plod plod

Our ritual now is election time, corruption and crime, corruption and crime
Eenie Meenie Minnie Moe, who will come, and who will go
Who will rise and who will fall, does it matter, not at all, not at all
It’s the most puzzling ritual of them all, bang your head against the wall, against the wall, against the wall.

All words Meadowhead Bard.