Augustus
Was a
Chubby lad
Great fat ruddy cheeks
Augustus had

He always did
As he was told
And he never let his
Soup get cold
So everybody saw
They saw with joy
The hale and hearty
Healthy boy

But then, one day
One sad, fateful day
He cried out

Take that nasty soup away!

The second day comes
The picture shows
How weak and thin
Augustus grows

But when the soup
Is put on the table
He cries out, loud as
He is able

The third day comes
Oh, what a sin!
Augustus grows
So pale and thin

Yet, though he grows
So weak and ill
He criеs out, cries out
Cries out still

Take that nasty soup away!
I don't want any
Soup today!

The fourth day comеs
The fourth day comes
And he scarcely weighs a sugar plum

He's like a little
Bit of thread
And on the fifth day
The fifth day
The fifth day
He was
Dead