In the quiet shade where lilies lie, We gather whispers 'neath the sky. A eulogy for Funeral Joe, A teacher once, as you may know. He taught us much beyond the page, A noble dad, a sage, a sage. In gardens green, his wisdom grew, With gentle hands, the seeds he threw. The family mourns a gentleman, His legacy—a nurturing plan. Where flowers bloom, his spirit stays, Guiding us through life's tangled maze.