Here you will find the Poem Mr. Finney's Turnip of poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mr. Finney had a turnip, And it grew, and it grew, And it grew behind the barn, And the turnip did no harm. And it grew, and it grew, Till it could grow no taller; Then Mr. Finney took it up And put it in the cellar. There it lay, there it lay, Till it began to rot ; When his daughter Susie washed it And put it in the pot. Then she boiled it and boiled it, As long as she was able; Then his daughter Susie took it And put it on the table. Mr. Finney and his wife Both sat down to sup; And they ate, and they ate, Until they ate the turnip up.
