We come to
speak for brother Gary
For tho he came he did not tarry
He made us laugh, a noble clown
And now so still returned to ground
We join to speak of brother Gary
Who came, who laughed,
And leaves us merry
So quick to laugh, to jest to jibe
He once was here, he was alive
Five hundred voices and then one more
Tripped cross the stage and now retires
His southern gentleman, his sneering MC
His infectious laugh, a voice of a tree
For a more good natured man
Long will you look, we have captured that too
In our memories, books
Brother of light - Far seeing – good flight!