Words of the Constant
'TIS A BUSH
'TIS A BUSH
'TIS A ROD FOR BIG FISHIES
BIG FOOTS 'TIS A FOOTS!
'TIS SHUFFL'DED OFF
FULL O' SOUND AND FURY
WEARY WITH TOIL
LIKE QUILLS 'PON THE FRETFUL PLATAPINE
SUCH STUFFS AS DREAMS MADE ON
'TIS A WALKINGS TREE!
'TIS DEAD
WILBA WAS'T ENCAGE'D ONCE
NEED'ST FOOD FOR BELLYS
BIRDY MAKETH STUFFS FOR WILBA?
ALAS, POOR BIRDY
BIRDY KEEP STRANGE BED FEATHERS
BIRDY BELLY AM EMPTIES
WILBA CAN'ST ENTRAPETH BIRDIES
IS'T FOOD'ST FOR WILBA BELLY
'TIS FWOOSHED EATS
WHAT O'CLOCK 'TIS THAT?
OUCHIES
IS'T A WALKING SHADOW
'TIS FANCY NUMS!
'TIS A FWOOSHIES DART
HAS'T ONE TOO MANY EYES
WILBA BLOW LIKE'ST WIND
FULL O' EMPOISONINGS
'TIS A DREAMIES DART
IS'T BLUBBERING
TOO SOLID FLESH NAUGHT MELT
'TIS CHILLY STONE
ALL THAT GLITTERS 'TIS COLD
'TIS PARCHMENT O' PLAN'D THINGS
TO EATS OR NOT TO EATS?
DOTH FWOOSHING MAKE'ST IT BETTER?
'TIS A TINY TREE O' NUM NUMS
'TIS HIDING FROM WILBA
T'WAS PLUCK'D FROM GROUNDS
FULL O' SOUND AND FURY
'TIS WOOD
'TIS SHIP WILBA CAN'ST SAIL 'PON
WILBA TAKE ARMS AGAINST SEA OF TROUBLES
'TIS FOR BOAT FIXINGS
LIGHT O' THE BOATS
WHAT LIGHT!
IT DOTH POINTY PARTS
HATH THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE
STEW'D BONE
'TIS NAUGHT BUT SCRIBBLERY!