As they rode slowly along (as the Itship was quite incapable of doing anything in a timely manner) Vogonwë lifted his voice in a melancholy dirge, extolling the virtues of Orogarn Two and lamenting his untimely demise (as, being a member of the Itship, his demise could not be timely):
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy hair was so unchanging
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy hair was so unchanging
It was big, in 80’s style, no matter
If that’s been out of style, for a while
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy hair was so unchanging
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You did not need a horsey
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You did not need a horsey
You stood so tall and noble
You always walked but never hobbled
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You did not need a horsey
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You stood in Grungy beauty
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You stood in Grungy beauty
To your father you did your duty
While the girls admired thy blue clad booty
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
You stood in Grungy beauty
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy fashion was trend setting
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy fashion was trend setting
Your shirt was green like a tree bough
And the sword on it did glow
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy fashion was trend setting
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy life was snuffed out cruelly
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy life was snuffed out cruelly
You showed a certain lack of wit,
By taking that lemming-thing by the bit
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
Thy life was snuffed out cruelly
O Orogarn, O Orogarn
We will miss you truly
O Orogarn, O Orogarn,
We will miss you truly
We will remember you always, pal
While we use your nifty crystal
O Orogarn, O Orogarn,
We will miss you truly
“Vogonwë,” Merisu said, “don’t you think that singing a funeral lament before we are assured of our friend’s death is, perhaps, not in the best taste?”
“Perhaps not, but I cannot wash this lazey taste from my mouth,” Vogonwë replied, “and it is certainly not the best taste.”
“Whatever,” Pimpi commented, and they rode on in silence.
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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