Vicki Levine 

Ode to Bruno 

There once was a fella named Bruno,
He was an Illini, as you know
He traveled afar,
To learn the setar,
On which he played many a tune-o. 

In Montana he met Calvin Boy,
A singer he sought to employ.
Cal told him of Napi,
Which made Bruno happy,
‘Cause musical thought was his joy. 

In India, Bru took in raga,
Which led to one heck of a saga.
A tale of two cities
With all of their ditties,
Oh! All of us  simply went gaga! 

The love of his life, she is Wanda,
At first sight, Bru knew he’d be fond’a
This lovely blonde artist
Who’s truly the smartest
Among all our friends, she’s the tonda.* 

Bru was a great fan of fine sweets
Cake, pie, marzipan, and all treats
He loved a good party
And he partied hearty,
So let’s celebrate Bru with good eats!   

Happy Birthday, Bruno, we miss you and will always remember you.

--Vicki Levine, March 14, 2021

*Tonda means “pricesless one” in Hungarian.