See, see the ugly sky
Marvel at its big moss green depths.
Tell me, Nathaniel do you
Wonder why the vogon ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your farble facial growth
That looks like
A peaches.
What’s more, it knows
Your smack potting shed
Smells of mucus.
Everything under the big ugly sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm festering garbage.b