You crafted your jokes, sent up signals of smoke Offered us Wisdom all wrapped up in riddles The size of your girth reflected your mirth Loads of laughs you held stored 'round your middle With a tip 'o the top hat, bespectacled ol' cool cat Bent listening ears to the Muses Your departure so soon, Dear Sir Laughing Moon You know Wizards leave just when they chooses Still for us we're left gasping, gripping and grasping The truth of your absence too heavy to bear Some may call it tragic, but nay, you're pure Magic! Just into, you've vanished, thin air! Oh, the lives you have blessed, Tender ears you've caressed Planted seeds in so many young minds With such care Authentic and Genuine Good Father and True Friend Fine example to follow, so fair With your trusty Green sidekick, a bag full of limerick A smile that is huge as the Sun Ceremonial Master, Poetic Pun Pastor You made it your job to teach fun! And what a career, Sir! A lifetime of laughs, sure A good rest, you truly deserve it We bid you Good Night, go now into the Light Front row seat at your next show, we'll reserve it For Storytellers make no choice In countless ways we hear your voice From Stage Left you'll be there to greet us Eternal Inspiration flows You tell the One Tale that the Old Crow knows By the firelights glow you will meet us...