|From the hinterwebs:
||[Oct. 8th, 2015|09:24 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
Google is my shepherd,
I shall not want
for page views and ad revenues.
It helpeth me find what I seek
and leadeth me through the Internet
and maketh me pots of money.
Lo, though I walk through the Valley of Spam
and malware and bots and zombies
I shall not fear
for Google is mighty.
Listen, Google, to my plea:
See my content,
for if Thou seest it not,
it remaineth invisible
and my traffic will falter and fall
and my business model will fail.
Oh, mighty Google,
first among search engines,
before who all others are as Jeeves.com.
Thy algorithms are unknowable,
fearsome and mysterious.
Your servers are legion, as numerous
as the stars in the sky.
Your gigabytes are uncountable,
your computing power inconceivable.
We are as nothing before you
and without you, we are nothing.
Mighty, magnificent Google,
See our poor, humble Web site
and lead the multitudes to it.
Rank us high, great Google,
and we will bring you offerings of
keywords and search optimized headlines.
Turn your face from our competitors
and banish them to the outer regions of the Web
where there is much weeping and wailing and
venture capital swirling down the drain.
See us Google, and we will
dwell in your servers forever and a day
(or at least until our next quarter).
Amen, hey baby and all that jazz!
---Heard on Mormon Expositer Conference Review
but don't know where they got it.