Or, in the dark speech, spoken in the secret mountain stronghold of thefez:

Ash node durbatulūk, ash node gimbatul, ash node thrakatulūk, agh burzum-xp krimpatul.

Don't tell him I told you.

Three Nodes for the E2 gods under the sky,
  Seven for the Content Editors in their halls of stone,
Nine for XP Whores doomed to die
  One for the Death Borg on his dark throne
In the land of Michigan where the Servers lie
  E2 to rule them all, E2 to find them
  E2 to bring them all and in the Nodelets bind them
In the land of Michigan where the Servers lie

 

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The fifth and eighth lines use to read

In San Francisco where the Servers lie

but, then the servers moved to Michigan. I thought I might just change it to

In San Francisco where the Servers lay

which would be strictly correct, but perhaps too subtle for some.

...he added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he sang softly in the dark:

The nodes go ever on and on
From parent node where it began
Now far ahead the nodes go on
And compulsively follow I must, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager keys,
Until it joins some meta node
Where many related nodelets meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.