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 winter's day, He scream'd out -- "Take the soup away! O take the nasty soup away! I won't have any soup to-day.' 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: O take the nasty soup away! I won't have any soup to-day.' The third day comes; O 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: O take the nasty soup away! I won't have any soup to-day.' Look at him, now the fourth day's come! He scarcely weighs a sugar-plum; He's like a little bit of thread, And on the fifth day, he was -- dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CRY OF THE HUMAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE THE PRAYER PERFECT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |