Philbert was an ugly thing,
He had lots of dirty hair,
But he wanted to be King.

All the hair that he could bring
Did become a monster’s lair
Philbert was an ugly thing.

When the time came to be spring
Everyone would praise King Blair
But he wanted to be King.

There he sat and he did song
Making birds die everywhere
Philbert was an ugly thing.

Then one day he took to wing
Flying to the palace fair
But he wanted to be King.

Philbert tried to become king
Proving that no one would care.
Philbert was an ugly thing,
But he wanted to be King.

French Ballade (the farm)

The purple cow cannot go moo.
I think it’s something in the air.
The orange duck is stuck in goo.
To pull it out I do not dare.
The light, sweet neighing of the mare
Will startle flowers, make them grow.
The budding trees are not so rare.
And Skatterbugs go on below.

The greenest sheep and her small ewe
Can see the world without a care.
The chicken, I have not a clue
To how they grew out so much hair.
The cow and duck are quite a pair.
The blue of horses are for show.
The luck is for the golden bear.
And Skatterbugs go on below.

The gate that you may not go through
Is guarded by the things that scare.
By awful things that go Coo-Coo.
By things that hide in monsters’ lairs.
Those things, they pick your bones to wear.
Blue horses go and fight your foe
And you go up, the price is fair
And Skatterbugs go on below.

Envoi

When times are hard and you must share
Those things that you grew up to know
Remember what you learned back there.
And Skatterbugs go on below.