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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