Mr. Finney had a turnip
And it grew behind the barn;
It grew there, and it grew there,
And the turnip did no harm,
It grew and it grew,
Till it could get no taller;
Mr. Finney pulled it up
And put it in his cellar.
It lay there and it lay there,
Till it began to rot;
His daughter Sallie took it up,
And put it in the pot.
She boiled it, and she boiled it,
As long as she was able;
His daughter Peggy fished it out.
And put it on the table.
Mr. Finney and his wife.
They sat down to sup,
And they ate, and they ate,
Until they ate the turnip up.