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.