"There was a naughty boy"

John Keats

There was a naughty Boy,

And a naughty Boy was he.

He ran away to Scotland

The people for 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 wonder'd,

He wonder'd,

He stood in his shoes

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