We’re two gingernuts, who, against the odds,
Outwitted our owners, the skanky sods!
Paprika’s tried to lock her away,
To “keep her apart from that nasty stray.”
But I’ll have you know, Mr. Robert Paul,
My forebears are gentlemen, one and all!
I am no average, standard mog,
I’m digital, not analogue!
You will not part us, our love is strong,
It’s to each other that we belong.
I’ll climb up to your boudoir, like Romeo,
To prove I’m no worthless lothario!
We will be together, through thick and thin,
You’re Elsa to my Lohengrin!
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