JANE

She has a most beautiful brain
She’s never been heard to complain

She’s reliable, ready,
Stalwart, and steady —

We’re talking, of course, about Jane

She serves as Bevan’s assistant
Whether on campus or distant

Holland, New York —
She floats like a cork —

Persistent, consistent, existent

Is there a job that needs driving?
Jane’s there with her keys — and she’s thriving

Is shopping required?
Jane is inspired —

Whomever’s nearby she’s high-fiving

Need something proofed? She’s an ace —
Mistakes disappear with no trace

She never said can’t
When it came to a grant

And there’s always a smile on that face

Jane always seems to be there
Giving such kindhearted care

To those in transition —
An angelic mission —

She’s an angel, as all are aware

Jane is a Duke ABD —
ABD turned TTC . . .

TTC, ATR,
MIU — there you are —

Jane has the highest degree

Have her literary ambitions been fettered?
No, Jane is quite learned and lettered

She reads, writes, and edits
(Though often without credits)

She cannot be bested or bettered

Jefferson and Jane — meet the Aikens
Both of them ours for the takin’s

And the thing is just this —
They’re achin’ with bliss —

And the world around them awakens

Don’t question the hours they keep
Forgetting the solace of sleep

They’re “see the job, do the job” —
Sail on through the job —

Their anchor in Atma runs deep

Talk about cosmic careers
Jane’s held her position for years —

In action so skilled
In silence fulfilled —

What a beautiful course that she steers

So check all your hatches and batten ’em —
She’ll line up the projects and flatten ’em

Happy birthday, dear Jane —
Long may you reign

You’re silver, you’re gold, and you’re platinum

JAI GURU DEV

AUGUST 5, 2007