In tribute to the CBS Sunday Morning host Charles Osgood, I’m sharing this story I wrote in the fall of 2018, asking where an elephant got his name.
The Emma with the Dilemma
Hello, and how are you? How are you today?
I send you this letter, for I have to say,
That I send you this letter to ask something great
I'm on pins and needles; oh, I cannot wait.
Marvin K. Mooney and Gertrude McFuzz,
They’d both be surprised at how happy I was.
I feel as glad as the Cat in the Hat,
I must ask you a question, a good one at that.
Now I know you will mark this letter as spam
Quicker than one can say “Green Eggs and Ham”—
But hear me out on this, oh, please do not fail
To listen to all of this mystical tale.
Not much long ago, in the Land of the Prowds,
There was a young maiden, her head in the clouds.
This young maiden (named Emma McRosebud McGlews)
Had her heart wholly taken by men of the news.
Walter Cronkite made her heart go quite crazy!
She’d swoon and she’d sigh at John Cameron Swayze!
She hopped up and down just as if there were bees in her
When she laid her eyes on the late Harry Reasoner.
And last, but not least, there was one more to mention.
A man who had captured her beyond comprehension.
Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,
He was as wondrous as wondrous could be.
Well, he still is wondrous, since he’s still alive.
(Last January, he happened to turn eighty-five.)
He made it a great day, he made it a fun day,
When he’d saunter by every morning of Sunday.
The sun would be shining, a smile on its face,
And all would be right with the world, everyplace.
He had a sweet smile, and also brown eyes,
And, also, of course, quite a thing for bow ties.
But something else also chased off the blues,
From the mind of our Emma McRosebud McGlews,
You see, she loved beasts: beasts big and beasts small,
Beasts fat and beasts thin, beasts short and beasts tall.
She especially had a soft spot in her heart
For the great elephant, and it's not a small part.
She knew of one elephant who babysat
For a little bird egg, and not only that;
This elephant also saved all the Whos,
Which has earned him respect from our dear Miss McGlews.
But he’s not her most favorite elephant ever;
Not the reason for Emma's question most clever;
No, here is the reason I tell you this story:
She wants to ask you folks a question of glory:
On the sixteenth of August, nineteen ninety-nine,
There was born a great big baby boy, oh so fine,
Thirty-nine inches tall, forty-three long,
And two-hundred-fifty pounds, healthy and strong.
His father was Charlie—now this is a dilemma—
You see, this baby boy’s mom’s name was, too, Emma.
But that’s not the wonderful, magical part
(Though it's an amusing and cute little start);
'Tis the tip of the iceberg, yes, it is a joy;
But it's not the best thing about this baby boy.
This baby boy, he had nothing to lose,
At least not to Emma McRosebud McGlews...
He did not get his name immediately;
For there was a poll ‘twas conducted, you see.
Five names in the running, five names did begin;
But obviously, only one name could win.
“Barnum” and “Boomer” and “Webster” and “Petey” –
All were considered for this little sweetie.
But none of these four came out victorious.
No, he got the other name, which was much more glorious.
It brought to mind Sunday morn on CBS,
His name was "Osgood"—she has to confess.
Now, he might have been named for a clown known as Scott,
Who flew in the air in a sinister plot.
Scott Osgood toured with them two decades ago,
But he might be the reason, this Emma does know.
But a small part of Emma still has happy hope,
Gladder than soap back again with its rope,
That this handsome prince of great wisdom and size
Got his name from the man with the lovely bow ties,
Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,
In the bitter, cold Bronx borough of NYC,
The bringer of joy and the fighter for good,
The wonderful man they call Charles Osgood Wood.
Now you know what has enchanted her so;
Now Emma must ask you, oh, Emma must know.
Did Osgood the elephant, of wisdom and size,
Get his name from the man with the lovely bow ties?
If he did, that’s so lovely; if not, that’s OK.
If you tell her, we know you will make Emma’s day.
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