In Level Six the balloons blow
Above the wood blocks row on row,
That shield the pigs; and in the sky
The blue birds, split in three, still fly
Scare impacting the rock below.
We're Angry Birds. Short screens ago
We flew, laid eggs, adored them so,
Flocked and were flocked, and now we fly
O'er Level Six.
Take aim for pigs, our hated foe;
For you from a slingshot we throw
Ourselves; make sure you aim us high.
If you waste clicks with us who fly
You shan't advance, though birds you throw
At Level Six.