I’ve said before, but now must say again,
Dear Garrison, that though your show goes on
Once you’ve retired, it never will be then
What now The Prairie Home Companion
Is and has been lo these many years—
A product of your geniality
And wit, so when that genius disappears
We’ll be amused, but superficially.
Without your Guy Noir and Wobegon
Reports, and ads from Powdermilk and P.O.E.M,
Those Saturdays that glittered will grow wan,
And we’ll find little reason to stay home.
We might go out and drown our grief in drink.
What say you give it all another think?