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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

Poor Jenny, bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

To Jenny I'm beholden, her heart was big and golden

But she would make up her mind



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



Poor Jenny, bright as a penny

Her equal would be hard to find

Deserved a bed of roses, but history discloses

That she would make up her mind



Jenny made her mind up at fifty-one

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 thirty-three states



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 you cannot quarrel,

Makes a lot of common sense--

Jenny and her saga prove that you're 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