There was a man in Edinburgh

There was a man in Edinburgh
And he was wondrous wise;
He went into a turnip-field
And cast about his eyes.

And when he cast his eyes about,
And saw the turnips fine,
"How many turnips are there", says he,
"That likeness bear to mine?"

"So very like they are, indeed
No sage I'm sure could know
This turnip-head that I have on
From those that here do grow."

He pulled a turnip from the ground;
A cast from it was thrown;
He sent it to a Spurzheimite,
And passed it for his own.

And so, indeed, it truly was
His own in every sense;
For cast and joke alike were made
All at his own expense.

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