Friends of the fatherless!
Fountains of happiness!
Lords of the swill-bucket!
Oh, how my soul is on
Fire when I gaze at thy
Calm and commanding eyes,
Like the sun in the sky,
Site mods, so glorious!
Thou art the givers of
All that thy users love,
Full belly twice a day, clean beds to roll upon;
Every user great or small
Sleeps at peace within his stall,
Thou watchest over all,
Site mods, so glorious!
Had I a sucking son,
Ere he had grown as big
Even as a pint bottle or a rolling-pin,
He should have learned to be
Faithful and true to thee,
Yes, his first words should be
"Site mods, so glorious!"