Mr. Finney had a turnip,
And it grew, and it grew,
And it grew behind the barn,
And the turnip did no harm.
And it grew, and it grew,
Till it could grow no taller;
Then Mr. Finney took it up
And put it in the cellar.
There it lay, there it lay,
Till it began to rot ;
When his daughter Susie washed it
And put it in the pot.
Then she boiled it and boiled it,
As long as she was able;
Then his daughter Susie took it
And put it on the table.
Mr. Finney and his wife
Both sat down to sup;
And they ate, and they ate,
Until they ate the turnip up.
Mr. Finney's Turnip
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Emily (Willis) Jennings: I am now 91 years old, and while cutting up a turnip for dinner today I recalled some of the words to the poem which we had to memorize when I was in grade three or four in a little one room school in rural NewbBrunswick.
I am elated to find all the words to it and refresh my memory which is like the “old gray mare, it ain’t like it used to be.
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