Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Thank you.

Here is my attempt to eulogize him in song lyrics shortly after he died in 2003:

Hey Mr. Rogers, why aren't there more of you?
Men who wear sweaters, nice slacks and leather shoes
Why oh why oh why did you go?
When we need you most of all
When things in my own neighborhood apall me

Speedy delivery bombs are falling from the sky
and even Picture Picture can't tell me how or why
I'll take the trolly away from here
to that faraway place where I will feel no fear, no fear

...and then it trails off, lots of strumming and humming