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A Naughty Boy
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He did not play with any toy And always climbed a tree And thought to see The world 'Yon the green sea He hurled Himself to think To dream Of bears and mink And stream That grows Daffodils And flows And flow down curvy hills. There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He had no employ His parents could see Except to write From morn To starlit night 'Bout the corn And mealy mouth Worm, the thorn And thunder's shout For nature Was his school His rapture And his fool And so away From friends he went On clouds that play O'er distant continent. There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, Apart from all he had such a joy Such longing to be free And did not know Did not Understand The rot That made them call Him naughty O not at all. For a book He was sure Was not a cook That fed him food To make him sore And he By reading Was ever pure No act that's sinning No bore Of argument But yards of contentment In forest Or sandy shore. , He could
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