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The great gray sky large overhead;
The Jay Fry lay cold and dead.
Fate had and then fled;
Fortune nodded, then turned and
To the great sky overhead.

The Jay Fry was a good enough guy,
Not too forward, not too shy.
Never one to pass a sure by;
He bet his life on the gray sky,
The great gray sky is always nearby.

Don't hate Jay Fry for what done;
He wait to have his fun.
His battle's lost, his won.
He can't the clouds that blot the sun,
Now the great gray sky is number one.

I'd rate Jay Fry an man,
Always a crasher, never an also ran.
A steady fellow, no in the pan,
With a autograph for any fan.
He was a great sky kind of man.

Now, the late Jay Fry lies and dead,
And I'm here praying for my bread.
There's left to say, it's all been said.
No one left to save; already dead.
And the great gray sky looms overhead.
The great gray sky looms overhead.