Mr. Nobody
Anonymous
I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is
done
In everybody’s house!
There’s no one ever sees his
face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was
cracked
By Mr. Nobody.
’Tis he who always tears out books,
Who leaves the door ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our
shirts,
And scatters pins afar;
That squeaking door will
always squeak,
For prithee, don’t you
see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By 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
That lying round you see
Are not our boots,—they all
belong
To Mr. Nobody.
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