(to be sung to the tune of We Three Kings of Orient Are)
We the chings of everything are
baring souls in daylogs afar
friend or frownin', more and mountin'
following quest or heart
O Quest of Nodeshell, Quest of Fright
Quest with endings in the night
Present reading, past receding
Give us simple rules, all right?
Born again with new savior's plain
Code is changed again and again
Thanks forever, slouching never
Through snow and icy rain
O Quest of Nodeshell, Quest of Fright
Quest with endings in the night
Present reading, past receding
Give us simple rules, all right?