John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

A Song About Myself - Poem by John Keats

There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at's back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the north,
To the north,
And follow'd his nose
To the north.

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing would he do
But scribble poetry-
He took
An ink stand
In his hand
And a pen
Big as ten
In the other,
And away
In a pother
He ran
To the mountains
And fountains
And ghostes
And postes
And witches
And ditches
And wrote
In his coat
When the weather
Was cool,
Fear of gout,
And without
When the weather
Was warm-
Och the charm
When we choose
To follow one's nose
To the north,
To the north,
To follow one's nose
To the north!

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
He kept little fishes
In washing tubs three
In spite
Of the might
Of the maid
Nor afraid
Of his Granny-good-
He often would
Hurly burly
Get up early
And go
By hook or crook
To the brook
And bring home
Miller's thumb,
Not over fat,
Minnows small
As the stall
Of a glove,
Not above
The size
Of a nice
Little baby's
Little fingers-
O he made
'Twas his trade
Of fish a pretty kettle
A kettle-
A kettle
Of fish a pretty kettle
A kettle!

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There 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.

Comments about A Song About Myself by John Keats

  • Naila Rais (8/5/2018 6:52:00 AM)

    Really loved it...
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  • Mary Skarpathiotaki (7/9/2018 5:32:00 AM)

    great10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2018 10:23:00 AM)

    Nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (11/30/2017 4:20:00 PM)

    So long (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/30/2017 3:29:00 PM)

    A western version of the Eastern Indian Abolakara (by Manoj Das) .
    This poem gives the same thrilling as in those stories of childhood about a character Abolakara, the disobedient, who did everything at his will, with all heart.
    Thanks poet for reviving childhood.
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  • Seamus O Brian (8/13/2017 3:22:00 PM)

    A jaunty and whimsical autobiography. Captures the true spirit and spunk of boyhood. Delightful! (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2016 1:11:00 PM)

    Hi, can you please help me with the rhyme of this poem: (
    I need it for tonight, I have an assignment
    (Report) Reply

  • (2/19/2016 1:10:00 PM)

    Hi.. Can you please help me knowing the rhyme of this poem, such as (abaab) , I find it hard to know it
    Please help me as quickly as you can, I have an assignment for tonight: (
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  • Bharati Nayak (10/28/2015 8:09:00 PM)

    A song about Myself- a poem from the pen of a great poet, John Keats.Wondered at its beauty and its inherent meaning.As children we all must have heard the word 'naughty' umpteen times.Sometimes it is uttered with real anger , but sometimes it is expressed as sweet adoration from doting parents.Keat's naughty boy refers to the, free spirit.and independent mind of the boy who followed his heart from a very young age.The last stanza is quite meaningful.What he found at the long last- -that nothing is different.People are quite same everywhere. (Report) Reply

  • Sofia Kioroglou (9/16/2015 11:50:00 AM)

    A really beautiful poem! Hats off to you! (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (7/2/2015 12:59:00 PM)

    John Keats, a great English poet whose poems rhyme with crisp and concise words. Yes, he is a naughty boy heading towards the North following his nose. A very sweet poem. 'A song about myself. I just love it. (Report) Reply

  • Castellenas John (6/2/2015 3:54:00 AM)

    The words dance and are alive. A outstanding poem. (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/19/2015 2:39:00 AM)

    i sure love that naughty boy- full of guts for adventures and new learnings (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2015 2:39:00 PM)

    John Keats would probably never have approved this being published as one of his poems. It is simply an (untitled) excerpt from a letter to his young sister Fanny when he was on his walking tour northward to Scotland. Even so, I am glad it has been preserved and published, for it is a perfect example of what it was intended to be: a bit of doggerel written for the amusement of a child. Yet it also reflects some of his values as a man as well as playfully celebrating childhood itself. Young Fanny must have been delighted when she received this letter. I know my son was delighted when we read this poem to him over and over again from a little volume illustrated by the Caldecott winner Ezra Jack Keats.

    Keats the Eternal Child is present in every line of the poem, but Keats the Man, the Poet, is especially evident in at least two spots:

    O he made
    'Twas his trade
    Of fish a pretty kettle

    After all, that's what poets do: make a pretty kettle of fish.

    So he stood in his shoes
    And he wonder'd,
    He wonder'd,
    He stood in his
    Shoes and he wonder'd.

    For the Poet, to go 'to the north, to the north, ' is to engage one's imagination, to exercise one's creativity, to free oneself from the routine, everyday humdrum, but eventually even the Poet learns that the imagination or one's creativity can invest everything and every place with 'wonder': 'the ground was as hard... as in England.'
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  • Tristan Love-day (11/4/2014 8:47:00 AM)

    well done-keep it up :) (Report) Reply

  • Shanika Paul Paul (9/1/2014 12:50:00 PM)

    nt my style of keats (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (5/2/2014 6:38:00 PM)

    How lucky and grateful, to have a place to read and reread treasures of the human world! To the one who took time to post precious poems, may I send a thankful bow. As for the poet, his star may shine more with each eye laid on his dream like songs. (Report) Reply

  • Ebi Robert (4/30/2014 9:29:00 AM)

    and who is this naughty boy? (Report) Reply

    (8/20/2014 9:34:00 PM)

    ........quite possibly this is a really big clue....the title of the poem is ~ a song about myself ~

  • (3/9/2014 1:03:00 PM)

    .....lovely write this little boy seems so much fun.. (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2014 8:36:00 AM)

    The great poet John keat's poems while reading and enjoying always makes feeling of certain emotions in human mind. It is somewhat nostalgia or sorrowness, or any other emotion coming from the innerside of mind and makes the inner soul really sad and emotional.In this particular story and poetry of the naughty boy there are hundereds of thousands of naughty boys in the world still who are passing through such stages and minds of living and also suffering the emotions. Any way it is a great poem which have ever lasting as long as poem lovers and literary critics in this world of letters I think. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 22, 2010

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