Card #033 Barney's phone poem to Juanita Beasley:

Juanita, Juanita lovely dear Juanita
From your head down to your feet,
There's nothing half so sweet,
As Juanita, Juanita, Juaneet.

Oh, there are things to wonder,
Of which men like to sing,
There are pretty sunsets and birds upon the wing.

But of the joys of nature,
None truly can compare,
With Juanita, Juanita, she of beauty beyond compare, Juanita, Juantita, lovely, dear Juaneet.