Dont worry, Vogon poetry is third worst, the second being “Ode to a sticky green piece of putty I found growing in my armpit one mid-summer morning”

We are Pakleds, not so smart, But we have heart, that’s a part. We look for things, we need to fix, But sometimes, things can play us tricks.

“Make us go,” we often say, Seeking help in our own way. Not quick or bright, but full of cheer, We want to learn, have nothing to fear.

In our ship, we do our best, Hoping for peace, in this vast quest. Simple words, we often speak, But kindness is what we truly seek.

Not fast or strong, like others might, Yet Pakled hearts shine ever bright. In this universe, so far and wide, We journey on, side by side.