Barney's phone poem to Jaunita Beasley

Jaunita, Jaunita, lovely, dear Jaunita

From you head down to you feet,

There is nothing half as sweet

As, Jaunita, Jaunita, Jauneet

Oh, there are things to wonder,

Of which men like to sing.

There are pretty sunsets and birds upon a wing.

But of the joys of nature,

None can compare,

With Jaunita, Jaunita, she of beauty beyond compare,

Jaunita, Jaunita, lovely dear Jauneet.