An ode to a node

Gods are made: noders like I; death dispatching.
Gods are made: noders like ideath, dispatching
My node.
T'was a good node.

I liked it when it was new.
They liked it when it was nuked.
My node.
T'was a good node.

Now I cry because you can't see my node.
Heavens, now I cry because you can't see
My node heaven.
T'was a good node.

So this is a node to an ode.
So this is an ode to a node.
My node.
T'was a good node.

When I was Level One,

it was a very good year.

A very good year 

to node without a hardlink

The Catbox said, "You stink!"

My XP went down the sink

When I was Level One.

When I was Level Two,

it was a very good year.

A very good year

to learn grammar well

The Catbox said, "You smell!"

My XP was down the well

When I was Level Two.

When I was Level Three,

it was a very good year.

A very good year

to spew many a GTKY node

The Catbox said, "Hit the Road!"

My XP continued to erode

When I was Level Three.

When I was Level Four

I moved to Slashdot. At least you don't need

to write good there.