Jackie sang songs like a siren,
From a corset of lace, pushed up from below.
Long, coarse black hair with highlights of gray,
She sang every day ’til her heart just gave way.
Down came Joey, pocket full of seeds,
Heart of a child, gaze still confused,
Ready to sow for doing good deeds.
Each one sent with precious life infused.
All in a flurry, one flew across in the sky,
It caught our dear Jackie, right in the eye.
Seeing no more, her soul lost its glisten;
Nobody came any more just to listen.