Classic Poem

Mr. Finney had a turnip
— And it grew behind the barn;
And it grew and it grew,
— And that 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 cellar.

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 them down to sup;
And they ate and they ate
— And ate that turnip up.