ODE TO JIM HENSON:
As I stroll along, I find a bog, and who should appear but a happy frog
He nods and I grab onto his slimy hand and pulls me into Wonderland
The frog, he says, "Come with me!" and we meet a vampire who can count to 3.
And a bear who needs help with comedy, and a bright yellow bird who was taller than me. But as we walk on, through this wonderous place, a whimper and a tear falls from the frog's green face, for the once colored path is now sad'ning and gray as we see a small stone at the end of the way. All of our friends, the bear and the bird gather 'round the gray stone reading only two words: JIM HENSON. We'll miss you Jim.