Come let's tweedle in the twoodle, Oh my Love,
For you are as twinning as a Vogon turtle dove
And I, like a Vogon captain with a space-treasure chest,
Am smart and courageous in my colourful woolly vest.

Good morrow fine Princess I shall say
Thou'rt regal and royal in thine Vogon way
And if I had my way
Thou'd be able to roll in primeval puddles like a pig in sh*t
For as long as you wish
Both night and day.

For we are Vogons and in love
And in the far galaxies,up above,
The God of Vogons sparkles and shines
Cos I am yours and you are mine.

So come, let's trip gently, hand in hand
Across the slantifying sand
To the old Dank Pond where life is grotious and sincere
And everything's ecstatically unclear
And then Let's Stick Together, slime on slime,
Till what is mine is yours and yours is mine,
We'll have an amazingly daqfulously viscous time -
And even the weather
Will be the bestest ever,
(lots of warm rain and steam like a train).

For truly we're in love, like itsy bitsy Vogon mice,
And love between Vogons, though viewed with repulsion
by every other form of life in the known universe,
is really very very frobjuicely nice...

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