We call her “Nina of Medina
The girl with the golden hair
Her eyes open and white
She had lost her sight
But still a delight, to all.
Nina of Medina played the concertina
With the bellows stretched wide taking air
There was no one more fair than Nina of Medina.
When Nina sang, a crowd appeared
To listen to her golden voice
No one wanted to miss
A chance like this
To see Nina of Medina.
From Morrie’s childhood memory of Nina 4/19