I knew a girl with countless fears,
Who every day shed bitter tears;
And round and round the world she ran,
While looking for the perfect man;
She wanted him to be like Jesus,
Always good, who always pleases;
Wanting courtship, not just dating,
She long put off both love and mating.
One day she thought she found her pearl,
But he was looking for a girl,
A rich patrician, young and fair—
A paragon beyond compare!
At forty-four her search was done:
She found Him, and became a nun.
