The Reverend Mister Hugby Jones,
Died many years
ago,
But stories of him still are told,
Because folks loved him
so.
His claim to everlasting fame,
Was, of course, his
wondrous hugs,
No other preacher, country-wide,
Had ever offered so much
love.
When he was just a little boy,
His hugging talents
came to light,
He hugged his Mama and his Daddy,
Every morning, noon, and
night.
He hugged everything around him,
Trees and plants,
and dogs and cats,
And he felt very sad indeed,
When they did not hug
him back.
Though his Father was embarrassed,
His Mom said,
"Let the child alone,
Better he a hugger be,
Than a man made out of
stone."
So his Mom encouraged Hugby,
And said, "Keep on
hugging, boy,
When you grow up, your hugs will give,
The world a lot of
joy."
So Hugby kept on hugging,
And worked out his own
technique,
Though his arms were short and chubby,
His hugs were warm and
sweet.
As he grew older, Hugby learned,
Hugs could be
miraculous,
For how they made another feel,
Was nothing short of
fabulous.
So Hugby hugged his way through school,
He hugged
each classmate in his class,
He hugged his coaches and his teachers,
And
with high honors, Hugby passed.
He did post grad work at Preacher school,
Which was
engrossing and enthralling,
No other field so full of love,
Hugby knew
he'd found his calling.
The Reverend Mister Hugby Jones,
Became a Doctor of
Divinity,
Which gave him license then to hug,
And love without
timidity.
After Hugby's graduation,
With a new Bible and new
suit,
He headed out into the world,
To spread the Good Book's
truth.
He wandered till he found a church,
That was in
great need and dire distress,
He offered free his services,
And the
church elders all said, "YES!"
He simply started out by hugging,
All
the members of the church,
Who, in turn, hugged one another,
As they learned
that love comes first.
Hugby's preaching was exceptional,
But, if for
truth, folks felt hard-pressed,
They confessed they came to Hugby's
church,
Because they liked his hugs the best.
Soon Hugby's church became well known,
Based on his
reputation.
And people came from all around,
To partake of his
hugations.
He hugged folks on arrival,
And on departure at the
door,
And sometimes when the plate was passed,
Hugby stopped and hugged
some more.
So full of love was Hugby's church,
The good Lord
himself smiled down,
For even He felt welcomed,
too,
A phenomenon profound!
Thus was the start of the career,
Of the
Reverend Hugby Jones,
Whose gift for love and skill for
hugs,
Made his church a special home.
Those of you who are familiar,
With the rest of
Hugby's life,
Know the Reverend Mister Hugby Jones.
One day took himself a
wife.
And the Reverend and the Missus
Together had a
son,
Who had his Father's qualities,
And kept the hugging huggin'
on.
When Hugby died and went to heaven,
His son carried
on in Hugby's style
Which meant he, too, hugged everyone,
While up in
heaven, Hugby smiled.
So Hugby's hugging did not stop,
When Hugby Jones
was gone,
For Hugby's legacy of hugs,
Lived on... and on ... and
on!
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright June
2007
This is the fourth installment in the saga of
The Reverend Mister and Missus Hugby Jones.
To start at the beginning of their story, click HERE.