Infomotions, Inc.A Song About Myself / Keats, John

Author: Keats, John
Title: A Song About Myself
Publisher: Eris Etext Project
Tag(s): naughty; kettle; north; nose; boy; english literature
Contributor(s): Eric Lease Morgan (Infomotions, Inc.)
Versions: original; local mirror; HTML (this file); printable
Services: find in a library; evaluate using concordance
Rights: GNU General Public License
Size: 378 words (really short) Grade range: 16-17 (college) Readability score: 54 (average)
Identifier: keats-song-481
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                              A SONG ABOUT MYSELF
                                 by John Keats


                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.


                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!


                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,
                    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!


                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.

                        THE END


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