zondag 11 juli 2010

THE NAUGHTY BOY

There was a naughty boy

And a naughty boy was he.

He ran away to Scotland,

The people for to see,

But 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 still eighty,

And a door was as wooden as in England.

So he stood in his shoes, and he wondered

He wondered, he wondered,

So he stood in his shoes and he wondered.

 

 

John Keats

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