J-oyful Jane isn't shy,
A-ble to smile in the rain;
N-ot afraid of vile weather,
E-ven of the ache and pain.
S-o glad Jane isn't shy,
H-appy on her birthday;
Y-es, she's feeling the thrill,
R-emaining not in gray.
I-n twenty-first September,
N-ew dawn has broken;
E-xciting Jane isn't shy, her heart is truly open.
M-irth and satisfaction
A-re brought to her mind;
C-heerful Jane isn't shy,
A-s she leaves the night behind.
Y-earning not to be timid,
A-llowing her eyes not to cry;
N-ot secluded in a nook, joyful Jane isn't shy.
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