Words of the Constant
What a hoot! The mortals are slithering out their skins!
They probably shouldn't have used that much magic.
Hyuyu, did you lose a game?
To whack and to chop.
It belongs with its momma.
Sleep softly sweet soul.
Behold this burden on my back!
A mortal favorite.
Hey joker, let's play some poker!
I often feel like I might float away. Hyuyu!
I'm likely to get lightheaded from wearing it, hyuyuyu!
A party! Am I invited?
Its magic is spent.
With this gift, I'll be more swift!
Stores one's breath for later spells.
A bright balloon vest to wear across my chest.
Hyuyu, little shrub, are you waving at me?
Mortals will eat bananas in just about any form.
Hyuyu, what will the mortals think of next?
A wrap for wounds.
Who? Who has a boo-boo?
A briny bunch of barnacles.
Unless this pocket is filled with souls, I'll pass.
Hyuyu, no talking with your mouth full!
Perhaps one of the mortals will enjoy it.
I'd rather not.
Oodles of fishy noodles.
Big, big rock, for sure, for sure.
I'm quite batty myself! Hyuyu!
Extra batty!
Where the bats lie in wait.
Sweetly stinking, bombs for bathing.
Oh my, looks like somebody blew it.
What will the mortals cook up next.
This smells! I think it's gone off!
I've been told I can carry a tune.
Singing is good for the soul.
Singing is good for the soul.
Singing is good for the soul.
Oooh, yay! Are we putting on a play?
Singing is good for the soul.
Oooh, yay! Are we putting on a play?
Singing is good for the soul.
Singing is good for the soul.
Singing is good for the soul.
Singing is good for the soul.
Look at that! The wing of a bat.
Perhaps I'll find a hungry mortal to give it to.
Mortal fur.
Do not eat me, oh please, oh please!