A Song about Myself by 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.