Words of the Constant
Twiddle dee dee, a burning tree!
Well, that was fun.
A funny tree prank.
A mournful tree full of lumps and bumps.
A cyclops' sight stretched mighty thin.
Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes. Hyuyuyu!
Whatever he says I did, it's a lie!
I feel positively terror eyes'd!
Oh my, won't you open your eye?
My oh my, what a lovely eye.
Oh me oh my, look at that eye!
To build it would be all it took to fell my foes by deadly look.
A silly prank to be sure.
Mortal food maker.
The mortals are making mortal food.
The semi-formed food is hungry.
I've about had my fill of tilling and toiling.
Hyuyuyu, whoopsie!
Oh what a sight, the crops are ripe!
If only I cared to eat mortal food!
It's a weed indeed! Hyuyuyu!
A plant!
Grow big and tall, or not at all.
Even the mortals won't eat this one.
This one's spoiled rotten!
Come out and join us, little one!
Plowing a plot for picky plants.
All work and no play makes for one unhappy imp.
I'm afraid I'll have to banish it from the garden.
It makes a big gust. What's all the fuss?
Feathers and horns go well together.
Use this quill, I will, I will.
A token, to remember its sweet song by.
A memento of my jet feathered friend.
To remind myself of its sweet beaky face.
A keepsake of a gentle blue friend.
Greetings and salutations, ma'am.
To keep you out, or keep me in?
Don't think it's linked.
Think it's linked.
Yet to set.
For temporary visiting.
It's of no use there on the ground.
It's of no use there on the ground.
A metal fence for our defense.
A sword against fences... we've all lost our senses!
Hyuyu! That's some poo!
Nothing fishy here at all, hyuyu!
My friend can frolic in this festive frock!
They say the low hanging fruit is the sweetest!