Proceed with the trial.
Mr.
Ringmaster, I would like to call
Miss
Liza
Elliot.
And about time, too.
Introducing that dazzling defendant and peerless
proponent of mental acrobatics,
Liza
Elliot!
An all -star attraction,
the greatest in the land,
The feature attraction gives us
action on the witness stand.
Miss
Elliot, you've heard
the charges against you.
Have you made up your mind
about any of these things?
No, I haven't.
Do you intend to?
I don't know.
Can you give this court any
reasonable explanation
as to why you cannot make up your mind?
Yes, I can.
There once was a girl named
Jenny
Whose virtues were varied but many
Ac cepting that she was inclined
Always to make up her mind
But
Jenny points a moral
With which you cannot quarrel
As you will find
As we will find, say, who's
Jenny?
Never heard of
Jenny
Jenny is out of place
Well, I am sure the court will find
Jenny is immortal
And has a bearing on this case.
As for instance?
Well, for instance,
Jenny made her mind up
when she was three
That 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 a dad and mother, a sister and a brother,
but she would make up her mind.
She was an orphan on
Christmas
Day.
Jenny made her mind up when she was twelve,
that into foreign languages she would delve.
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.
She was a woman, the kind of woman,
who made up her mind.
Jenny made her mind up at 32,
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.
She got herself a husband,
but he wasn't hers, poor
Jenny.
Jenny made her mind up at fifty -one
That she would write her memoirs
be fore she was done
The very day her book was published,
history relates
There were wives who shot their husbands
in some thirty -three states
Oh, poor
Jenny, fine 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 up, made up her mind
Jenny made her mind
up at seventy -five
That she would live to be the
oldest woman alive
But gin and rum and whiskey
play some funny tricks
And poor
Jenny kicked the bucket at seventy -six
Anymore tomorrow,
with vision and a quarrel
Makes a lot of common sense
Denny and her saga
prove that you are gaga
If you don't keep sitting
on the fence
Denny and her story point
s the way to glory
To all man and wo mankind
Anyone with vision comes to this decision
Don't make up, you shouldn't make up,
mustn't make up
Never make up any one with vision
comes to this decision
Don't make up your mind