So my love affair is over,
it has sent me quite berdserk (sic).
You have this writer's sympathy
for all that long hard work.
'Tune In' is such an oeuvre,
it required you to be wise,
to take the big step backwards,
and to write it with your eyes.
Though 'they' told it all too often,
mixing fantasy with myth,
fudging facts too hard to soften,
'zaggerating, taking pith,
all that FAB-lore long was in there,
you were brave enough to look.
Mr Lewisohn, you've been there,
all the proof is in this book.
So I'm raising twat-'ats to ya,
thumbing tears out of my eyes,
wanna thank you for this treasure,
and forgive you for its size.
Now the doggerel's almost over,
you'll be enchanté to hear.
May the good times roll for you and yours,
until we meet for beer.