He made 'em bounce, and bounce they did,
Over buildings, trees, and most unbid hid...
And frisbees flung, would hover bliss
All songs unsung, belonged to this
Hours and days, to weeks and years
Fun deployed what joy reveres
And fickle though our passions were,
We noticed love, let it occur
To Richard Knerr I give salute
His influence you won't refute
For subtile meaning's abounding cheer
His life and times brought peer to peer.

Well done, Richard!
ttr