In my version of the story,
Nemo makes out with Arronax,
below the surface of the oceans,
in the uncharted, murky depths.
In those lower regions of this world,
where the [bad word] light reaches not,
they kiss and touch, and kiss again ...-
oh, and then distroy some battle-ships ...

In Captain Nemo's study, that red velvet lounge,
after those symbolical cigars,
they take turns playing that big organ ...-
wild symphonics that shake the walls.

In my version of the story,
on that old loveboat "Nautilus(t)",
they are [bad word] happily forever ...-
Oh, and blowing battle-ships to dust.