There once was a
girl named Jenny,
whose virtues were varied and many,
accepting that she was inclined
always to make up her mind.
An d Jenny points a morrow
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.
Oh, 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 12,
that into foreign languages
she would delve,
but at 17 to Vassar it was quite a blow,
that in 27 languages she
couldn't say no.
Jenny made her mind up at 22,
to get herself a husband
was the thing to do.
She got herself all dialed up
in her satins and furs,
and she got herself a husband,
but he wasn't hers.
Jenny made her mind up at 39.
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 neigh
bor policy.
Jenny made her mind up at 75.
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 76.
Jenny points a moral
with which you cannot quarrel,
makes a lot of common
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 men and womankind.
Anyone with vision
comes to this decision,
don't make up your mind.