THE PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION
On the finale show of Prairie Home,
The President himself called Garrison,
Which may not seem a subject for a poem
Unless you think, as I, that he is one
Outstanding figure of humanity
Whose wit and humor, merriment and song
For decades now have served our sanity
On Public Radio, where listeners throng.
The show, without him will continue on
With the direction of another host,
But no one can fill in for Garrison
Who’ll hover over it, a dancing ghost.
Sure, we’ll tune in and yet not cease to mourn
For, missing Garrison, we’ll be forlorn.