(best sung in high, sweet Irish tenor voice)Oh
Dannye boy, the nodes, the
nodes are calling
From
Page of Cool, and down the
nodeshell side
Pinchemadre's gone, and all the
trolls are whining
'Tis you, 'tis you must
nuke and they must
hide
And come ye back when newbies and the Level Twos
Flood ENN with "Getting to Know You"s
'Cause you'll be there in Catbox or in nodegel ooze
Oh Dannye boy, oh Dannye boy, I love your nukes
And if you come, and all the nodes are NFN
With users fled, as fled they well may be
You'll come and fill the place where crap is lurkin'
With nodes of golf and bands and the sweet GOP
And we shall hear the whiners moan of censorship
Despite all pleas that they Earn their Bullshit
But we'll have faith that Ching!s outnumber Nuke Requests
Oh Dannye boy, let E2 glide unto its rest
Oh Dannye boy, let E2 glide unto its rest