There once
was a girl named
Jenny, whose vir tues were
varied and many,
accepting that she was inclined,
al ways to make up her mind.
And
Jenny points a moral,
with which you cannot quarrel,
as you will find.
Jenny made her mind up when
she was three.
She herself was
going to trim the
Christmas tree.
Christmas
Eve she lit the candles,
tossed the taper away.
Little
Jenny was an orphan on
Christmas
Day.
Poor
Jenny, bright as a penny,
a ripple would be hard to find.
Oh, she lost one dad and mother, a sister and a brother,
but she wouldn't make up her mind.
Jenny was an orphan on
Christmas
Day.
Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve,
that in two foreign languages she would del.
But at seventeen to
Vassar it was quite a blow,
that in twenty -seven lan guages she couldn't say no.
Oh,
Jenny, right as a penny
A reaper would be hard to find
To
Jenny I'm be holden
Her heart was big and golden
But she would make up her mind
In twenty -seven languages
she couldn't say no
Jenny made her mind up at thirty -two
To get herself a husband
was the thing to do
So she got herself all dolled
up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband,
but he wasn't hers
Poor
Jenny, bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
Could have had a bed of roses
But history discloses that she
would make up her mind
She got herself a husband,
but he wasn't hers
Jenny made her mind up at 75
She would live to be the
oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and destiny
played the honey tricks
And
Jenny kicked the bucket at 76
Jenny points a morrow with
which you cannot quarrel
Makes a lot of
Collins sad
Jenny and her saga prove
that you are gaga
If you keep sitting on the fence
Jenny and the story
Point the way to glory
To a man and woman kind
Anyone with vision
Comes to this decision
Don't make up, you shouldn't make up
You mustn't make up or
never make up
Anyone with vision
Comes to this decision
Don't make up
Yah
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