What a friend we have in pure N
All our wrongs and griefs to tend
What a privilege to take it
Everything will surely end
Oh what peace we often forfeit
Oh what needless blows we fend
All because we cannot get N
Everything would surely end
Are we weak and heavy laden
Too distraught to ever mend?
Precious N will be our refuge
Everything will surely end
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows rend?
N will cure our every weakness
Everything will surely end
And so on...
Old Catholic Song modified about N:

Taste and see the goodness of N,
the goodness of N.
O Taste and see the goodness of N,
the goodness of the N.
I think this would make a good game. The devil reclaiming hymns so to speak. We'd have to rename the thread.
Deep and wide
Deep and wide
There's a fountain flowing
Deep and wide
If only! One chocolate fountain and one N fountain. Great party that would be!