It is the voice all seek to hear
The voice the beckons listeners
Not for its loudness anyway
But for the authority it carries
The station ID played on
The man with the voice sat
The jingle was soon on
Listeners expected the voice
The jingle sunk, the voice thundered
“Good morning, here is the news…”
It was indeed the beloved voice
I, like others were relieved at last
For the voice behind the mic
Brought the news to us in fashion
It kept us abreast with happenings
All along something in it said ‘Listen’
Passersby are hauled by the voice
Of the man of unusual charm & panache
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
It is the voice all seek to hear
The voice the beckons listeners
Not for its loudness anyway
But for the authority it carries
The station ID played on
The man with the voice sat
The jingle was soon on
Listeners expected the voice
The jingle sunk, the voice thundered
“Good morning, here is the news…”
It was indeed the beloved voice
I, like others were relieved at last
For the voice behind the mic
Brought the news to us in fashion
It kept us abreast with happenings
All along something in it said ‘Listen’
Passersby are hauled by the voice
Of the man of unusual charm & panache
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