Zoombaya

'I'm not sure that this is wise, Pooh.'
'Well it's all arranged now, Piglet, so it's going ahead.'
'What was it again? This thing you should have been on?'
'Big extravaganza, Piglet. Last Sunday. "The World At One Tonight But Sadly Minus Ritula Shah. Allovus 2 Gevva 4 Evva". Musicians performing from their homes.'
'What, their own songs?'
'Well, yes, till the last one, when they all joined in.'
'What was that?'
'"Wotcher Fink Of All Me Bijou Fitments, Then?" Must have been by that Cockney duo.'
'Chas and Di?'
'Them, yes. Anyway, my invitation obviously got lost in the ethereals, so I'm broadcasting my contribution now.'
'Doing what?'
'Oh, Piglet, for pity's sake, what else but songs to fit the mood of the moment in these insert-usual-adjective times when we're finding ourselves in insert-usual-adjective waters? I've got them all ready. Look, I'll share my scree.'
'Don't do that, Pooh. Took me ages to clean up all the stones that came bouncing over my desk last time.'
'Oh, suit yourself. Here's my screen, then.'
'So…The Sound of Silence, On The Street Where I'm Reasonably Sure You Still Live, The Clapping Song, Foggy Mountain Lockdown, Zoombaya, Macarthur Park is Coned Off By the Fuzz--'
'--not forgetting my Gladys Knight favourite.'
'Sorry, which?'
'Midnight Van to Asda.'
'I see. And what's all that I can see behind you?'
'Sorry, which?'
'On your washing machine. All those sticks and cymbals.'
'Ah, now, that's for the big finale.'
'Of what?'
'Wagner's Spin Cycle.'
'Good grief, all of it?'
'Oh no, I've set it to half-load. Mind you, that means I'll have to furlough the Nibelungen.'
'Before the 9pm watershed? You'll get complaints.'
'Oh ye of little froth, Piglet. All will be wonderful. Besides, everyone will love my duet with John Leg End.'
'I think his name needs checking.'
'Nonsense. He's used it often enough.'