parody, sung to the tune of My Favorite Things from Rodgers and Hammerstein's The Sound of Music.
Nodes for the numbers and nodes for the ages,
Nodes from the newbies and nodes from the sages,
Nodes that get eaten and the ire that brings,
These are a few of my favorite Chings
Poems and daylogs and Webby and fiction,
donfreenut's twisted Bostonian diction,
Mentee's first efforts 'neath editors' wings,
These are a few of my favorite Chings.
When the Borg bites,
when the mud slings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite Chings,
and then I don't feel...so bad.
A bad joke from the editor's discussion group, horribly realized.
'Thing' is an extremely difficult word to rhyme -
as much as I despise that musical, Oscar Hammerstein could do things with words that make me dizzy.