The Naughty Boy. John Keats (1795-1821)
There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he;
He ran away to Scotland
The people there to see.
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red,
That lead
Was as weighty.
That fourscore Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England.
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered;
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
