(to be sung to the tune of 'He Was My Brother', with apologies to Simon, and of course the Freedom Riders)

He was my server
With a massive uptime.
He was my server
Twenty-three years up the day it died
Honeypot
They cursed my server to his face
Go down outsider
This LAN's gonna be your buryin' place
He was servin' on his knees
A script kiddie trailed along
They crashed my server dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my server
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my server
And he died so the others could be free
He died so the others could be free