A mighty preacher once opined
While sipping a colada:
The only hope for humankind
Is loving Juana Nada.
How laughably naïve! we sneered;
We’ll hardly find Nirvana
(At least it would be truly weird)
By pestering some Juana.
And so we went our separate ways,
From Gransby to Granada,
Without much thought for later days;
And as for Juana – nada.
But time moves ever onwards so
It’s suddenly mañana,
And youth’s a prize we must let go
Although we do not wanna,
And now we each are growing old,
And facing death’s armada,
Let’s try to do as we were told,
And love poor Juana Nada.