There's Something Rather Odd About Augustus




 * When young Augustus arrived on earth,
 * His papa went mad with joy;
 * He invited crowds of his friends around
 * just to see his wondrous boy!


 * When he was brought,
 * Out for their in inspection,
 * They said they thought,
 * He was just perfection,


 * But to one another on the strict Q, T,
 * They said "dear me"!


 * There's something rather odd about Augustus!
 * Just watch him circumspectly,
 * You'll notice it directly,
 * I wonder who can be to blame?
 * It's very sad but all the same,
 * There's something rather odd about Augustus.


 * He grew a bit and was sent to school,
 * Where his teacher cried, you dunce!
 * You must leave my class and prepare yourself
 * for a whipping, boy, at once!


 * Augustus fled,
 * From the man of learning,
 * Half dead with dread,
 * And upon returning,


 * The pedagogue Aplied the handy cane,
 * But all in vain,


 * There was something rather odd about Augustus!
 * The master whacked him soundly,
 * Augustus smiled profoundly,
 * And judging by that bad boys looks,
 * He must have hid some copy books,
 * Or something rather odd about Augustus.


 * He grew some more and he fell in love,
 * And he chose himself a bride;
 * But the morning of their wedding day
 * all her friends took her aside,


 * And said, My dear!
 * Have you seen Augustus?
 * He does look queer,
 * But then you can trust us,


 * Then the blushing bride replied with cheeks aglow,
 * "Well I don't know!"
 * (SPOKEN.) But you are quite right dears.


 * There's something rather odd about Augustus!
 * It almost sets one thinking,
 * Augustus has been Oh! No!
 * He is so nice, he is so kind!
 * But all the same well, never mind,
 * There's something rather odd about Augustus.