Not even his industr'ousness can save
Him from th'advance of age, the years that pass
Unasked as we pursue all that we crave.
Each drum he beats announces that more time
Has come and gone; each podcast he records
Names out the best of what each week sublime
Has brought to his attention, and the hordes
Of Geologic fans try each Thursday
To crash his server when the call goes out
That new high silliness has made its way
Onto the internet. Let us all shout
Together, in his honor, "Vibraphone!"
And "Happy Birthday" ere the day has flown.