The Book of Praises
Praise Glenn from whom all DX flows,
Praise Glenn for all tube receivers here aglow,
Praise Glenn above, who returns DX to Earth,
Praise Glenn, DXLD, and Holy WRTH.
Amazing ID! How sweet the sound
That saved a listlogger like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas GH that taught my ears to hear,
And GH my fears relieved;
How precious did those time pips appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many fade-outs, crackles and hets,
I have already come;
'Tis GH hath brought me safe thus far,
And GH will lead me home.
The Glenn has promised good dx to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my faraday shield and balun be,
As long as the prop endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And dxing life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A logbook with no UNIDs.
The ionosphere shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun refuse to flux;
But Glenn, who called me here below,
Shall be forever MUF.
When we have heard ten thousand WORs,
And discredited Hans Johnson,
We've no less days to sing Glenn's praise
Than when we'd first begun.