From A Song About Myself

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 wondered,

       He wondered,

   He stood in his

       Shoes and he wondered.