Words of the Constant
FWOOSHY SPIT
'TIS MEAT O' LITTLE BIRDY
FWOOSH'D LITTLE BIRDY LEG
ALL THAT GLITTERS 'TIS GOLD
NEED'ST RETURNING TO YON GROUND
BELONGETH IN THE GROUND
NEED'ST RETURNING TO YON GROUND
NEED'ST RETURNING TO YON GROUND
NEED'ST RETURNING TO YON GROUND
NEED'ST RETURNING TO YON GROUND
BELONGETH IN THE GROUND
BELONGETH IN THE GROUND
WILBA SHALL'ST PUT IT IN GROUND
BELONGETH IN THE GROUND
SWOLLEN PARCEL O' PLOPSIES
HATH SHUFFLED OFF HIS MORTAL PLOP BALL
HAS'T THE PLOPS
SLEEP NO MORE!
HAS'T NAUGHT THE PLOPS
WILBA AM SICK WHEN SHE LOOK ON THEE
HAST BEEN PICK'DED THROUGH
IT SMELL NAUGHT AS SWEET
'TIS FWOOSH'DED STINK FRUITS
WILBA SHALL PUT IN PLOP FORTHWITH
'TIS STYLISH HAT
WILBA LEND IT MINE EAR
A SNAKE FROM WITHINS THE WAVES
'TAS BEEN PUT TO FIRE
'TIS PURPLEY NUM NUMS
'TIS FWOOSH'DED PURPLEY NUM NUMS
WILBA SHALL PUT IN PLOP FORTHWITH
'TIS SLEEPY
IF YOU PRICK WILBA, SHE DOST BLEED!
BEGON'DED
WILBA MAKE ARMOR AGAINST SEA OF TROUBLES
'TIS FWOOSHING
FWOOSH'D TREE
'TIS CHOPT
'TIS EVER GREENETH
'TIS FWOOSHING
FWOOSH'D TREE
'TIS CHOPT
'TIS SAD
PLUCKED EYE GIVETH WILBA A DRY HEAD
'TIS EYEBULB O' THE GROUND
YON WATCHFUL TRIANGLE MAKETH THE BOOMS
IF WILBA BUILD IT, WILL IT BOOM?
'TIS THE FABRIC OF MINE FOLLY'
'TIS FWOOSHED
'TIS FOR MAKINGS FOODS