Words of the Constant
Bright and orange like a... a...
My oh my, what a lovely eye.
A touch of magic not my own.
Furry fish-tailed freeloader!
Nada? Another otter den then.
Let's clean out this clawed klepto.
We'll soon be sunk.
Perhaps the tough bark is for warding off sharks.
A tall tree you'll one day be.
The tree's been tipped, and so has its scale.
Now a seed, but soon a tree.
Open it, open it!
This holiday bread is all in your head!
My flute!
An ancient scroll in the making.
I'm afraid you can't fool me.
This will be a cinch if I don't get pinched!
A bird that flies within the sea.
Cremation to curb mutation!
It's dead but not done.
It's changing and deranging.
An impy little vegetable.
I'll stuff them with toothpaste when Warly's not looking. Hyuyu!
Tiny toasted twisty things.
That will put some pep in someone's step, hyuyuyu!
Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
Begone you greedy, greedy bird.
A gust of luck from feathers plucked!
That's that.
Rumble and grumble, it wants a bush!
Let us celebrate!
Mortal food, this seems to be.
Evidence of flower violence.
I'd eyed it'd dried.
A tainted beauty.
I'd eyed it'd dried.
Fweeheehee! A stone cold tree!
How very unpleasant!
Ooo, music! I'm practically giddy!
Heigh ho, heigh ho!
To bash and break.
Shall I pick a peck of pickled herring?
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!
You won't beat me, no siree!