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Bonnie Jean Dancing Queen, Giving life To three Blossoming leafs. Bonnie Jean Made the team, As an underclassmen. Bonnie Jean Musical tunes, sunrooms Feeling the grooves Bonnie Jean Songbird Queen Telling you the artist playing Before they even start to sing. Bonnie Jean As quick as Jumping’ Jack Flash And always generous With what she had. Bonnie Jean Born in a crossfire hurricane But she never stopped howling At the rain. Oh how our dear bid Could light up a room With one smile, And cool it down With one look that said, “Don’t push your luck around.” She laughed big, Loved deep, Tapped her feet, Always in the key Of life. Stevie Joni, The Temptations The Beatles Gap Band, Hall & Oates A lump in my throat. Lacrosse, field Hockey, twirling. A whirling dervish On the dance floor. Many friends From different walks of life. Dear God, Please take care of our Bondie Make sure she has A never-ending supply Of mini-diet Pepsis in her freezer That are chilled, just so. That she has good soft shirts And some warm PJs to wear. Keep her in the upper room, Because it wasn’t always easy down here, and she deserves that. And she deserves to keep dancing. And as for you dear Bonnie, You’ll Be Loved Yesterday.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
YBLY / Upper Room
Bonnie Jean Dancing Queen, Giving life To three Blossoming leafs. Bonnie Jean Made the team, As an underclassmen. Bonnie Jean Musical tunes, sunrooms Feeling the grooves Bonnie Jean Songbird Queen Telling you the artist playing Before they even start to sing. Bonnie Jean As quick as Jumping’ Jack Flash And always generous With what she had. Bonnie Jean Born in a crossfire hurricane But she never stopped howling At the rain. Oh how our dear bid Could light up a room With one smile, And cool it down With one look that said, “Don’t push your luck around.” She laughed big, Loved deep, Tapped her feet, Always in the key Of life. Stevie Joni, The Temptations The Beatles Gap Band, Hall & Oates A lump in my throat. Lacrosse, field Hockey, twirling. A whirling dervish On the dance floor. Many friends From different walks of life. Dear God, Please take care of our Bondie Make sure she has A never-ending supply Of mini-diet Pepsis in her freezer That are chilled, just so. That she has good soft shirts And some warm PJs to wear. Keep her in the upper room, Because it wasn’t always easy down here, and she deserves that. And she deserves to keep dancing. And as for you dear Bonnie, You’ll Be Loved Yesterday.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
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