© Jake (ghost written by Jeanne E Webster)
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I was a young pied cockatiel
Alone in my roomy cage
Was lonesome as could be
And I cried constantly.
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One day while I was whining
I met a pretty bright yellow hen
Molly was her given name
She changed me into a man.
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We had such a lovely time
Just good ol’ Molly and me
And baby made three x three
We were a happy family.
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Buttered toast every morning
Warm vegetables for lunch
Pasta and wheat bread, a bite
Lots of seeds day and night.
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She like her neck scratched
So her feathers he’d scruff up
They cooed together and supped
Made more eggs and schlupped.
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She was the best egg maker
Couldn’t turn it off at all
It turned out to be her downfall
One got stuck and that was all.
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She strained and groaned about
Was massaged, oiled up tight
In the end she died last night
And took her final flight.
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Oh, oh oh, I miss my Molly O
O Molly, I miss you
You were my bestest friend
And loved me to the end.
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I’m a’missin’ you so much
Soft feathers I’d love to touch
Your neck I’d love to clutch
O Molly, Molly, my schmutch.
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(Jake is missing Molly this morning, as his Molly died during the night. He’s making a long soul-screeching moan, looking towards where his Molly died. Hanging onto the bars, peeking from the side, he sees no Molly. He calls for her and no answer. They were always talking back and forth. Their little “chirrs”— give them a cereal box, they had a three day project. They were such great parents and took such care in raising their young. Molly was a typical hen and Jake was typically hen-pecked. But together they were a beautiful team. We have been blessed and overjoyed to observe the interactions between this pair of birds. They were just birds, you may say. No…….they were Jake……and Molly. They lived and did what God created them to do. With intent and great joy.
Now is a day to mourn, as our Jake is alone and no more hears a reply to his call. “Chrrrr chrrrr………..________” and he doesn’t understand why.
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“Chrrr” Molly.
We miss you!)
