Classic Poem

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
Combo ditto
New Stockings
For old ones
Would split O!
This Knapsack
Tight at 's back
He rivetted close
And followéd 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 inkstand
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
cool
Fear of gout--
And without
When the w[e]ather
warm--
Och the charm
When we choose
To follow ones nose
To the north
To the north
To follow one's nose to the north!

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy we [for was] he
He kept little fishes
In washing tubs three
In spite
Of the might
Of the maid
Nor affraid
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
Tittle bat
Not over fat
Minnows small
As the staff
Of a glove
Not above
The size
Of a nice
Little Baby's
Little finger--
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 wonderd
He wondered
He stood in his
Shoes and he wonder'd.