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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 vow'ls
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 riveted close
To follow one's nose
To the north, to the north,
To follow one's nose to the north.
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 ghosts
And posts
And witches
And ditches
And wrote
In his coat
When the weather was cool,
Fear of gout
And without
When the wether 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.
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
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.
John Keats
