Words of the Constant
It's inspiring me to make a little mischief of my own.
Ptt!
A gust of breath means flaming death!
A gust of breath means flaming death!
Ptoo!
Pph!
Prrp!
The cold won't get through my chest tuft, hyuyu.
Somber blue from seabeds grew.
It's visible from any nook or crook.
What knowledge will I find within?
Ooo, secret knowledge, what fun, what power!
Funny tricks it tries to play.
That changed it somehow.
Found you!
It's playing hide and seek!
Gone, all gone.
It's a board. How untoward!
Who invited a pig to this shindig?
Catch me if you can!
Flotsam and jetsam, bits and bobs.
Flotsam and jetsam, bits and bobs.
Flotsam and jetsam, bits and bobs.
Plugging a hole sounds quite droll.
This kelp should help!
There's a point in need of checking!
Where should I place the next stop for the race?
A challenger, I see. You won't catch me!
Buoy ahoy!
Buoy ahoy!
Hyuyu, a bouncing baby buoy!
Hyuyu, a bouncing baby buoy!
Clap! Clap if you believe in me!
The fun has just begun!
Shall I get started?
To hide my prize from prying primate eyes.
This old boat will surely float!
A princely reward for a battle endured.
But idle hands are such good playthings!
Some friendly help from fronds of kelp.
But idle hands are such good playthings!
We shell be well protected, hyuyu!
But idle hands are such good playthings!
Ever been bitten by a boat before?
But idle hands are such good playthings!
Ready to fire and brimstone!
Rounded stones are required for this cannon to fire.
This cannon cannot fire.
I'll build it quick, then put it on the ship.
This grass will pass for a boat, hyuyu!