Hyperion

On a spaceflight long and tiring shuttling cargo to and fro
You may find a unique hotel unlike none you're ever known
You will see it through the viewscreen,
A wormhole shining bright
And hanging by its portal is a blinking neon light
It says "This Way to Hyperion, an inn of class and style.
Come fuel your ship, have a meal, and rest for a little while

	And Hyperion is a place I know
	Where all discerning alien travelers go
	Where luxury and fantasy and technology combine
	Where the elevator shafts are wormholes
	And the halls are Escher's pride
	And the bathroom stalls are bigger on the inside

They've got octopoidal bellboys to tote a bag or eight
And chefs from exotic places to satisfy your tastes
Robotic maids and nanocleaners sweep the halls with skill
And their empathic barkeeps will listen to your ills.
They have native guides from every planet waiting to be hired
And doormen who'll find escorts of any race or sex desired

Their award-winning architecture will take your breath away
Crystal walls and marble halls and waterfalls at play
Their sweeping atrium vistas will grab you with a rush
And calm and quiet corridors lined with carpets soft and plush
The guest rooms are made to order for climes both cold and warm
With the latest high-tech comlinks to keep you well informed

Now their stately guest room towers span the cosmos far and wide
With a wormhole network linking them that is a source of pride
They've a wing of rooms in Vega and in 61 Cygni
Another tower in Rigel and in Alpha Centauri
The grand ballrooms are in Gemini and the hotel bar as well
Which makes this inn the galaxy's first five-star hotel