Mr Finney


Mr Finney had a turnip,
And it grew and it grew;
And it grew behind the barn,
And the turnip did no harm.

There it grew and it grew
Till it could grow no longer;
Then his daughter Lizzie picked it
And put it in the celler.

There it lay and it lay
Till it began to rot;
And his daughter Susie took it
And put it in the pot.

And they boiled it and boiled it
As long as they were able;
And then his daughters took it
And put it on the table.

Mr Finney and his wife
They sat down to sup;
And they ate and they ate
And they ate that turnip up.

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