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.