Oh Slartibartfast, such majesty in thy name,
Such magic, such awe, so far from being lame,
How you regaled me with your triumphs and tribulations,
Your fjords, futile causes and funky ululations!
No whale alongside, yet I fall from the sky,
Caught up, as always, no matter how I try,
What is H2G2, how the hell does it make sense,
What is Magrathea bereft of your majestic presence!
Wikkit was stymied, the Earth saved yet again,
Award were won, signatures not at all vain,
Blessed be your grey hair, may you live forever still,
May Africa have fjords and the Vogons foot the bill!
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