For Keilah, the builder of our Advocate community, because Mental Health Matters-we love you!

Keilah was bloated, breathin’ tight
Heart in a vice, couldn’t sleep at night
Sixty-eight pounds
she didn’t choose....
Oh, Alien baby blues

Docs kept sayin’ “It’s in your head”
But Bob was real and he had to be shed
System crashin’, body on pause
but we all knew the cause

So she signed the line,
prepped for the knife
Time to reclaim her life...

Goodbye, Bob!

Well, Bob had it comin’
Now he’s floatin’ in a jar
Labeled up in formaldehyde
Like some medical memoir
Keilah screamed out cryin’
“See, we can do hard things!”
While the village raised their fists
And yelled: “Goodbye Bob!”

na na na na na, Bob!

They rallied 'round her bedside light
All the Advocates, ready to fight
With meets and prayers and late-night calls
Bob wouldn’t be missed at all...

They brought the laughs, they brought the tears
Held her hand through all the fears
That hernia didn’t stand a chance
As we danced in purple scrubs and purple pants!

na na na na na, Bob!
Goodbye, bye, Bob!!!