♪ I've been frightened ♪ ♪ I've been frightened ♪
For the bow*
Weevil moose for beaks
I've got a part of cake.
The flowers of the bitter...
The Wioder's gone to hell.
Swavlow
It's like a bagpipe.
And here are the threshings
Not at all...
How did you know that?
Zorno
She was like a bear.
Yes, she was sleazy;
I'd make a mistake.
Lyc today's a smidge
Down
He's a low-level tramp.
Weevils roar for home
The haze's a bit of a moose.
The flower is no longer thriving as
Ongi
It doesn't bloom like an ongi
Weevils with nematodes
In the Last Youth
* beak - hill separating 2 valleys, village
