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      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.