Uffe Ravnskov - Happy Birthday Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A physician about to retire,
and whose conscience was never for hire,
took the big cannons on
re the diet-heart con.
And the learned ones called him a liar.

A clear thinker he surely persisted,
to point out (on occasion ham-fisted) ,
that the Bogeyman was,
like the Wizard of Oz,
just a figment, though properly listed.

And they ranted and raved and accused.
At conventions they preached and they boozed.
'Don't eat bacon and ham,
fatty burgers and lamb',
Dr. Uffe was somewhat amused.

He created a little foundation
to enlighten today's generation
on the truth of the matter,
but they called him 'Mad Hatter'
and denied him a standing ovation.

But the Skeptics grew quick, like a fungus,
swelled by rain to a rather humongous
and formidable force,
who -devoid of remorse-
raise our flexor pollicis longus.

What this world needs is more pioneers,
who don't harbour conventional fears.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my friend,
may you find, in the end,
that the world will, at last, be all ears.

As you know, you have always been right.
You have stood up to money and might.
I admire a man
who will do what he can
and who never would run from a fight.