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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