Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat, ruddy cheeks Augustus had;
And everybody saw with joy
The plump and hearty, healthy boy,
He ate and drank as he was told
And never let his soup get cold.
But one day, one cold winters day
He screamed out-Take the soup away:
Oh, take the nasty soup away!
I wont have any soup today.
Next day begins his tale of woes,
Quite lank and lean Augustus grows,
Yet though he feels so weak and ill,
The naughty fellow cries out still-
Not any soup for me I say:
Oh, take the nasty soup away!
I wont have any soup today.
The third day comes; oh what a sin!
To make himself so pale and thin.
Yet, when the soup is put on table,
He screams as loud as he is able,-
Not any soup for me, I say:
Oh take the nasty soup away!
I wont have any soup to-day.
Look at him, now the fourths days come!
He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum;
Hes like a little bit of thread
And on the fifth day he was dead!
