A Song About Myself - John Keats



I. 
There was a naughty boy, 
A naughty boy was he, 
He would not stop at home, 
He could not quiet be- 
He took 
In his knapsack 
A book 
Full of vowels 
And a shirt 
With some towels, 
A slight cap 
For night cap, 
A hair brush, 
Comb ditto, 
New stockings 
For old ones 
Would split O! 
This knapsack 
Tight at's back 
He rivetted close 
And followed his nose 
To the north, 
To the north, 
And follow'd his nose 
To the north. 

II. 
There was a naughty boy 
And a naughty boy was he, 
For nothing would he do 
But scribble poetry- 
He took 
An ink stand 
In his hand 
And a pen 
Big as ten 
In the other, 
And away 
In a pother 
He ran 
To the mountains 
And fountains 
And ghostes 
And postes 
And witches 
And ditches 
And wrote 
In his coat 
When the weather 
Was cool, 
Fear of gout, 
And without 
When the weather 
Was warm- 
Och the charm 
When we choose 
To follow one's nose 
To the north, 
To the north, 
To follow one's nose 
To the north! 

III. 
There was a naughty boy 
And a naughty boy was he, 
He kept little fishes 
In washing tubs three 
In spite 
Of the might 
Of the maid 
Nor afraid 
Of his Granny-good- 
He often would 
Hurly burly 
Get up early 
And go 
By hook or crook 
To the brook 
And bring home 
Miller's thumb, 
Tittlebat 
Not over fat, 
Minnows small 
As the stall 
Of a glove, 
Not above 
The size 
Of a nice 
Little baby's 
Little fingers- 
O he made 
'Twas his trade 
Of fish a pretty kettle 
A kettle- 
A kettle 
Of fish a pretty kettle 
A kettle! 

IV. 
There was a naughty boy, 
And a naughty boy was he, 
He ran away to Scotland 
The people for to see- 
There 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 wonder'd, 
He wonder'd, 
He stood in his 
Shoes and he wonder'd.






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