Jenny

There once was a girl named Jenny
Whose virtues were varied and many
Excepting that she was inclined
Always 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 tapers away
Little Jenny was an orphan on Christmas Day

Poor Jenny Bright as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
She lost one dad and mother
A sister and a brother
But she would make up her mind

Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve
That into foreign languages she would delve
But at seventeen to Vassar it was quite a blow
That in twenty-seven languages she couldn't say no

Jenny made her mind up at twenty two
To get herself a husband was the thing to do
She got herself all dolled up in her satins and furs
And she got herself a husband but he wasn't hers

Jenny made her mind up at thirty nine
She would take a trip to the Argentine
She was only on vacation but the Latins agree
Jenny was the one who started the Good Neighbour Policy

Jenny made her mind up at seventy-five
She would live to be the oldest woman alive.
But gin and rum and destiny play funny tricks
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy-six.

Jenny points a moral
With which we cannot quarrel.
Makes a lot of common sense
Jenny and her saga
Prove that you are gaga
If you don't keep sitting on the fence.

Jenny and her story
Point the way to glory
To all man and womankind.
Anyone with vision
Comes to this decision
Don't make up your mind