Marc Shaiman
The Ballad Of Chicken Soup
Today our dear friend Chicken soup
This very ordinary day
Boiled up a pot of chicken soup
And swallowed it away
A-lack! A-day!
O-woe! Oy-vey!
He swallowed it away!
Now listen to what I'm going to say

A little bone, a bitty thing
No bigger than my pinky
He swallowed hot from out that pot
In quicker than a winky

He gulped that soup, let out a whoop
Fell down croaking on the stoop
And he choked!
And he sagged!
And he smothered!
And he gagged!
And he let out a scream!
And he let out a moan!

Then he cried
Because he died from choking on a bone
On such an ordinary day like today
A-lack! A-day! O-woe! Oy-vey!
On an ordinary day Chicken soup passed away!