The Naughty Boy

There was a naughty boy,

And a naughty boy was he.

He ran away to Scotland,

The people there 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.