There was a Naughty Boy

BY A.SHARANYA

There was a naughty boy,

He ran away to Scotland,

The people there to see.

There he found

There he found

That the groundWas as hard,

That a yardWas as long,

That a songWas as merry,

That a cherryWas as red,

That leadWas as weighty,

That fourscoreWas as eighty

That a doorWas as woodenAs in England.

- John Keats

thanks

A.Sharanya