A Song About Myself

By John Keats

There was a naughty boy, Big as ten

A naughty boy was he, In the other,
He would not stop at home, And away
He could not quiet be- In a pother
He took He ran
In his knapsack To the mountains
A book And fountains
Full of vowels And ghostes
And a shirt And postes
With some towels, And witches
A slight cap And ditches
For night cap, And wrote
A hair brush, In his coat
Comb ditto, When the weather
New stockings Was cool,
For old ones Fear of gout,
Would split O! And without
This knapsack When the weather
Tight at’s back Was warm-
He rivetted close Och the charm
And followed his nose When we choose
To the north, To follow one’s nose
To the north, To the north,
And follow’d his nose To the north,
To the north. To follow one’s nose
To the north!
II.
III.
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he, There was a naughty boy
For nothing would he do And a naughty boy was he,
But scribble poetry- He kept little fishes
He took In washing tubs three
An ink stand In spite
In his hand Of the might
And a pen Of the maid
Nor afraid IV.
Of his Granny-good-
He often would There was a naughty boy,
Hurly burly And a naughty boy was he,
Get up early He ran away to Scotland
And go The people for to see-
By hook or crook There he found
To the brook That the ground
And bring home Was as hard,
Miller’s thumb, That a yard
Tittlebat Was as long,
Not over fat, That a song
Minnows small Was as merry,
As the stall That a cherry
Of a glove, Was as red,
Not above That lead
The size Was as weighty,
Of a nice That fourscore
Little baby’s Was as eighty,
Little fingers- That a door
O he made Was as wooden
‘Twas his trade As in England-
Of fish a pretty kettle So he stood in his shoes
A kettle- And he wonder’d,
A kettle He wonder’d,
Of fish a pretty kettle He stood in his
A kettle! Shoes and he wonder’d.