MR. FINNEY had a turnip And it grew and it grew; And it grew behind the barn, 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 down to sup; And they ate and they ate And they ate that turnip up. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE SHIPS AT SUNSET by STANLEY E. BABB HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES JEFFERSON DAVIS by WALKER MERIWETHER BELL PSALM 9, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ROSE PERENNIAL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN EPITAPH ON MR. TURNER OF ST. MARY-HALL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |