There
once
was a girl named Jenny
Whose virtues were
varied and many
Excepting that she was in clined
Always to make up her mind
Jenny points a morrow,
which you cannot crawl,
as you will find.
Jenny made her mind
up when she was three.
She herself was gone to trim
the Christmas tree.
Christmas Eve, she let the candles
toss the tables away.
Little Jenny was an orphan
on Christmas Day.
Jenny made her mind
up when she was twelve.
That in the foreign
languages she would tell
But at sev enteen, divisor,
it was quite a blow
That in twenty -seven languages
she couldn't say no
Oh, poor Jenny, priced as a penny
Her equal would be hard to find
To Jenny I'd be holdin'
Her heart was big and golden
But she wouldn't make up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at 22
To get herself a husband
was the thing to do
She got herself all dolled up
in her satin 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 Argentines
She was only on vacation,
but the Latins agree
Jenny was the one who started
the good neighbor policy
Jenny made her mind up at 51
She would write her memoirs
before she was done
The very day her book was published,
history relates
There were wives who
shot their husbands
in some 33 states
Poor Jenny, bright as a penny
Requa would be hard to find
She could give parts as ladies
to many of the ladies
But she wouldn't make
up her mind
Jenny made her mind up at 75
She would live to be the
oldest woman alive
Gin and rum and destiny
played funny tricks
And poor Jenny kicked the bucket at 76
Jenny and her saga
prove that you are gaga
if you don't keep sittin' on the fence.
Jenny and her story point the way to glory
to all men an d womankind.
Anyone with vision
comes to this decision
Don't make up, shouldn't make up,
you mustn't make up,
we'll never make up
Any one with vision
comes to this decision
Don't make up your mind