Eat your soup my child,

Eat all your soup.

Eat your soup my child,

You'll be hungry someday.

Father will tell you a story

Of when he was a child,

And there was no soup.

What's that you say?

No soup?

Eat your soup my child,

Eat all your soup.

Eat your soup my child,

You'll be hungry someday.

Mother sits rocking and crying.

Mourning for the potatoes.

Weeping for the fallen veggies.

The onions got her this time.

Gone to the dark side.

Eat your soup my child,

Eat all your soup.

Eat your soup my child,

You'll be hungry someday.

When you're grown and gone,

We'll eat it all ourselves.

Grandmother helps us,

Wishing for her youth,

In another world.

Eat your soup my child,

Eat all your soup.

Eat your soup my child,

You'll be hungry someday.
by Jena Marie