Thank You Jimmy Page Poem by Lance Uppercutt

For the trickery with the bow string
And that World War II noise making thing
For carefully choosing the talent in the band
Adhering to your vision, sticking to your plan
For recognizing riches in two country kids
And giving us John Paul and all that he did

Turning us men into little boys around you
An unparalleled genius that us boys all knew
Wore that sunburst Gibson slung low
Strutting around like only you do
Hang on to your boots here comes a solo
Hell on heaven's stage
Is how I think of my Jimmy Page.