With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort,
"We'll have nothing to do with the non-blogging sort."
And whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
they'd hike right on past them without even talking.
When the blog-posting Freepers had frankfurter roasts,
or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
they never invited the non-blogging Freepers.
Left them out cold in the dark of the beaches.
Kept them away; never let them come near,
and that's how they treated them year after year.