The Tank is my Meatshield; I shall not squish.
He guideth me through the rigors of Perez:
She taketh me safely through Founders Falls.
He covereth my tail:
She leadeth me down the streets of Paragon to my mission.

Yea, though I walk through a phalanx of the Circle of Thorns,
I shall fear no casters: For thou hast aggro;
Thy buffs and thy stance, they protect me.
Thou preparest a plan to save me in the event of mine utter doom:
Thou covereth my head with yours; I'm hurt, but I'll live.

Surely all thanks and praise should be theirs, we cannot do it without them:
so I will praise the goodwill of the Tank forever.

(Amen)