Love is a Many Legged Thing
(to the tune of "Love is a Many-Splendored Thing", with apologies to Paul Francis Webster)

Love is a many-legged thing
It’s a millipede that eats dead leaves in the early spring
Love is nature’s way of giving a reason to be living
The crown that makes a millipede a king!

Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist, two lovers kissed, then ate their fill
Then your palps caressed my fringed parts and taught them how to sing
Yes, true love is a many-legged thing!