A Tribute to Sam on the Occasion of His Birthday
Let’s hear a cheer for our pal Sam
Whose intellect is weighty.
Now would you think to look at him
That he has just turned eighty?
He’s sharp as Occam’s razor,
And his wit’s beyond compare.
His barbs hit like a taser,
And his memory is rare.
All praises to this paragon
Who doesn’t look his age.
He helps us all to carry on,
The Rosenbach’s own sage.
Janet Heller, September 24, 2010
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