Bow your head with great respect and genuflect, genuflect, genuflect

Bow your head with great respect and genuflect, genuflect, genuflect
    Here come the node pedants to review and inspect
    your glorious prose, hard work and sweat
    did you mkae a typo, are your ideas correct


Now, to belly with proper haste, the node for the day is called prostrate
   Here comes a pack of the wannabe great
   your opinion is wrong, they denigrate
   your levels are gone, xp eviscerate

So bow your head with great respect and genuflect, genuflect, genuflect.

On a personal note, my Catholic Grandmother hates this song. She hates that I know all the words to it, and that I have, on occasion, tried to sing it to her when she suggests that I go to church with her.