A Huttese love song

That gives the gross image of 

A Jabba puddle 

A super weapon 

Capable of destroying 

Planets, not Death Star 

A desert planet 

And no, it’s not Tatooine

No, not one bit 

I will remove these

Restraints and I’ll leave this cell

With the door open 

A howl of sorrow 

A blast from a bowcaster

A life debt revoked 

I’ve always wondered 

Do sleeping astromechs dream 

Of electric Nerfs?

Is that 3PO?

I didn’t recognize him 

What with that red arm