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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