A Song About Myself

I.     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. II.     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! III.     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,     Tittlebat     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! IV.     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.