Picky Eater

I cannot eat this soup, mommy
No, I won't touch it one bit
It will never reach my tummy
Right in this bowl it shall sit

I doubt this soup agrees with me
I'm quite certain I would sicken
The contents seem quite strange you see
But I'd pretend it were chicken

It's not the broth I will not try
It's not the gunk from the sink
It's not the eye I saw float by
Though I'd swear I saw it wink

I'd rather eat a mound of goop
Or a whole dune of sand
For when I tried to sip this soup
It tried to eat my hand