The buzzards wouldn’t give in,
they were the dead bird’s kin.
After he and the rest
finished off Sad Mack,
they chased Jolly for
another snack.
Jolly knew of his enemies on
the ground spying,
but wasn’t aware of
the ones flying.

Death and gloom were everywhere,
but Jolly had energy too spare.
Trying to have a good day,
was worst than Sad Mack’s decay.
Life at times stunk,
so Jolly had to up his spunk.

There wasn’t much to compromise,
each day Jolly had to energize.
Energizing meant maintaining
 much positivity,
to aid in his daily activity.
Jolly got his rest and prayed,
then went on out and played.

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