In Boulder’s quiet, where mountains stand,
A voice rises soft from a steady hand.
Jenny Marie Hatch, with mic and heart,
Weaves tales of life, a healer’s art.
From kitchen’s glow to airwaves wide,
She speaks of birth, of truth, of pride.
A mother’s wisdom, five souls she’s grown,
Now grandmother’s love in tones soft-sown.
Her words, a beacon, fierce and free,
For families bold in sovereignty.
Through storms of change, she holds the line,
A citizen’s gaze, a spirit divine.
Podcasts bloom where her thoughts take flight,
On Substack’s page, in audio’s light.
Of health, of home, of rights to claim,
She sings a world where love’s the aim.
Satire dances, memes take wing,
A queen of jest, yet truth she brings.
With faith as guide, through shadows cast,
She builds a bridge from present to past.
Oh, Jenny Marie, your voice resounds,
In hearts where hope and strength are found.
A healthy world, your dream unfurls,
Through every note, the future swirls.
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(Verse One)
In Boulder’s quiet, where mountains stand,
A voice rises soft from a steady hand.
Jenny Marie Hatch, with mic and heart,
Weaves tales of life, a healer’s art.
(Chorus)
From kitchen’s glow to airwaves wide,
She speaks of birth, of truth, of pride.
A mother’s wisdom, five souls she’s grown,
Now grandmother’s love in tones soft-sown.
(Verse Two)
Her words, a beacon, fierce and free,
For families bold in sovereignty.
Through storms of change, she holds the line,
A citizen’s gaze, a spirit divine.
(Chorus)
From kitchen’s glow to airwaves wide,
She speaks of birth, of truth, of pride.
A mother’s wisdom, five souls she’s grown,
Now grandmother’s love in tones soft-sown.
(Verse Three)
Podcasts bloom where her thoughts take flight,
On Substack’s page, in audio’s light.
Of health, of home, of rights to claim,
She sings a world where love’s the aim.
(Chorus)
From kitchen’s glow to airwaves wide,
She speaks of birth, of truth, of pride.
A mother’s wisdom, five souls she’s grown,
Now grandmother’s love in tones soft-sown.
(Bridge)
Satire dances, memes take wing,
A queen of jest, yet truth she brings.
With faith as guide, through shadows cast,
She builds a bridge from present to past.
(Verse four)
Oh, Jenny Marie, your voice resounds,
In hearts where hope and strength are found.
A healthy world, your dream unfurls,
Through every note, the future swirls.
(Chorus)
From kitchen’s glow to airwaves wide,
She speaks of birth, of truth, of pride.
A mother’s wisdom, five souls she’s grown,
Now grandmother’s love in tones soft-sown.
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