"Thanks for the Memory"
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or "Thanks for the Memory". I don't own James Doohan or Bob Hope, either. Wish I did.
Actually, the only reason I thought of this was because I didn't get to go to the Convention. sniff, choke, sob Anyway, if you review, be nice cuz this is my first Star Trek fic that I've finished, and I've never changed the words to any songs before, either. I know it ain't that good, but it's the best I could manage in the way of song-tributes.
Thanks for the Memory
Of Klingon ships in space,
Your engineering place
Where you fixed junctions and malfunctions in a deadly race
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the Memory
Of gods on Pollux IV,
Drunken leaves on shore,
When villains leered your ne'er showed fear though it streamed from ev'ry pore
How lovely it was!
On Space Station K-7, that fist-all
And how you reenergized crystals
And in Melkot space, the Earps' pistols
But you came through
You always do.
So thanks for the Memory
Of that time on Taurus II
When you had to do
Without phasers—deadly lasers—while bombs were hurled at you
Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and too-dle-oo
And thank you so much!