Young Kaspar he was kernel-sound,
A fleshy cub and barrel-round;
Had cheeks all rosy-red and fresh,
Was fond of soup - it added flesh.
But finally, with scowling brow,
He said he'd strike, and make a row:
"No swill for me; I'm not a cow;
I will not eat - loathe it now;
I can't ! I won't ! I shan't, I vow !"
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Gaspard était tout frais, tout beau,
Tout rond comme un tonneau,
Et sa force était remarquable:
Il mangait bien sa soupe à table.
Mais un beau jour il s' ´cria:
Je ne veux plus de soupe, na !
Non ! non ! je ne veux plus de soupe !
El la laisse dans sa soucoupe.
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