Words of the Constant
'TIS MEAT O' PLANTS
FWOOSHED MEAT O' PLANTS
'TIS PLANT
'TIS GROW'DING
WILBA PLUCK'DED IT?
'TIS DEAD
ENTER WILBA
WHOFORE ART FWOOSH'DED MINE HOME?!
NOT FOR ALL MARKETS
TO MINE OWN HOUSE BE TRUE
'TIS A PIGGY HOUSE O' BRICKS
WILBA HATH SHELTER FROM WIND
WILBA BUILDTH HER OWN HOUSE
WILBA CAN'ST MAKETH A HOME WITHAL
WILBA BUILDETH IT HERSELF
SUCH STUFFS AS HOUSES ARE MADE ON
'TIS MINE MODEST HOME
'TIS STUFFS DREAM HOUSES ARE MADE ON
'TIS MINE HOUSE O' STICKS
'TIS THE MAKINGS O' MINE HOME
'TIS HOUSE O' WILBA
A PIECE OF WORK FOR WILBA
'TIS MINE HOME
WILBA SHALL'T BUILDETH A BIG HOME
'TIS VERY ANGRY!
'TIS ONE OF MY SUBJECTS NOW
SOMETHING CUTIES THIS WAY COMES
NIGHT NIGHT
IT SOOTHEST THE OUCHIES OF POIS'NINGS
IF YOU POISON WILBA, WILL SHE NOT DIE?
IT BELCHES FORTH THE YUCK
'TIS FRUIT O' MANY SEEDS
FWOOSH'D FRUIT O' MANY SEEDS
WILBA SHALL PUT IN PLOP FORTHWITH
WILBA CAN'ST FISH'D
WILBA LIKETH POND ROT
'TIS PLOP
THAT WAY MADNESS LIES
THAT WAY MADNESS LIES
WHEREFORE ART YOU GO?
'TIS DIED'D
'TIS DIED'D
MOST EXCELLENT FANCIES
WILBA TAKE MINE LEAVE OF IT
WILBA TAKE MINE LEAVE OF IT
WILBA TAKE MINE LEAVE OF IT
THERE BE NO METHOD IN'T
YAWNETH, 'TIS BORING PLANT
BLOW, CAKE!
'TIS KING O' THE LITTLE UNPIGS