The Meaning of Life

In a galaxy not far but near, Where logic bends and dreams appear, Lies a truth so bold, yet obscure, The meaning of life, the ultimate cure. In the land of tea and biscuits fine, Where mice are wise and robots whine, A number stands with cosmic might, Forty-two, the guiding light. Oh, 42, you quirky sage, The answer scrawled on time's old page, You baffle minds, you twist and bend, In nonsensical delight, you blend. For life’s great questions, vast and grand, You've got a snappy, simple brand, From deepest sea to outer space, You solve it all with style and grace. Why do we dream? Why do we laugh? Why does the giraffe's neck craft Such intricate and lofty views? The answer's clear: it's 42’s muse.