There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
Listening was not for he
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He scribbled once
Before he spoke
Not now it seems does he
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
A mouth that was cute had he
A mouth often open had he
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
By hook or crook
His mind was closed book
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
Of fish a pretty kettle
Indeed he did make
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away at Christmas
The people not to see-
And a naughty boy was he,
In his shoes he was by the sea
And he wonder’d, a naughty boy, was he?
Naughty boys can they change
He would, you just wait and see
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
Then as Knight follows Dame
His mouth it he opened once again
And a naughty boy was he.
Oh dear a leader should he be
A mouth cannot think and that we see
A modified version of John Keats's Self-Caricature
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