The door flew open, in he ran,
The great, long, red-legg’d scissar-man.
Oh! children, see! the tailor’s come
And caught out little Suck-a-Thumb.
Snip! Snap! Snip! the scissars go;
And Conrad cries out—Oh! Oh! Oh!
Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast;
That both his thumbs are off at last.

Mamma comes home; there Conrad stands,
And looks quite sad, and shows his hands;—
“Ah!” said Mamma, “I knew he’d come
To naughty little Suck-a-Thumb.”

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7. THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP.

Augustus was a chubby lad;
Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had;
And every body 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, now look, the picture shows
How 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; 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:
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!