Mr . Nobody ?

I know a funny little man ,
As quiet as a mouse ,
Who does the mischief that is done.
In everybody house !
There's no one ever sees his face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we brake was creak
By Mr.Nobody.

'' Tis he who always tears our books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the button from our shirt ,
and scarttes door will always squek ,
For, prithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr Nobody

He puts damp wood upon the fire
The kettles cannot boil;
His are the feet that bring in mud,
and all the carpets soil.
The papers always are mislaid,
Who had them last but he?
There's no one tosses them about
But Mr.Nobody

The finger marks upon the door
By none of us are made;
We never leave the blinds unclosed;
To let the curtains fade;
The ink we never spill; the boots
The lying round you see
are not ours-----They belong to MR.NOBODY


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