He wonder'd...

Brer at PowerOfBabel recently posted an old poem by Eugene Field that echoed some of the sentiments I have expressed on occasion. Not to be completely outdone, I would like to offer this poem by John Keats.

The Naughty Boy

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see--
Then 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 as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England--
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd,
He wonder'd,
He stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd.