He came along at just the time
That TV news first challenged print.
From there his celebrated climb
To 60 Minutes’ boisterous stint
Where nearly forty years aligned
A newsman with a showman’s mind.
He had no fear of anyone
Or delving into anything,
His questions often phrased to stun
And tell more than responses bring.
Of mobster Cohen, Did you kill?
Uh . . . victims of their own free will.
He took on General Westmoreland,
Who’d led our troops in Vietnam,
For claims the foe was undermanned,
Thus chance at tunnel’s end of calm.
And manufacturers who brooked
No claims tobacco gets you hooked.
Forgive me as an overture
Meant subjects were in jeopardy.
Like fish attracted by a lure
Formed half by curiosity,
Half sadism. Both were his words.
And passion, I’d add, makes them thirds.
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