Augustus was a chubby lad; <br />Fat, ruddy cheeks Augustus had; <br />And everybody saw with joy <br />The plump and heart, healthy boy, <br />He ate and drank as he was told <br />And never let his soup get cold. <br /> <br />But one day, on cold winter’s day <br />He screamed out-‘Take the soup away: <br />Oh, take the nasty soup away! <br />I won’t have any soup today.’ <br /> <br />Next day begins his tale of woes, <br />Quite lank and lean Augustus grows, <br />Yet though he feels so weak and ill, <br />The naughty fellow cries out still- <br />‘Not any soup for me I say: <br />Oh, take the nasty soup away! <br />I won’t have any soup today.’ <br /> <br />The third day comes; oh’ what a sin! <br />To make himself so pale and thin. <br />Yet, when the soup is put on table, <br />He screams as loud as he is abler,- <br />‘Not any soup for me, I saw: <br />Oh take the nasty soup away! <br />I won’t have any soup to-day.’ <br /> <br />Look at him, now the fourth’s day’s come! <br />He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum; <br />He’s like a little bit of thread <br />And on the fifth day he was dead!<br /><br />Heinrich Hoffmann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-story-of-augustus-who-would-not-have-any-soup/
