Tony Abbott There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, Listening was not for he.

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