Mister Nobody


I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done in everybody's house!
House Mr. Nobody
There's no one ever sees his face, and yet we all agree,
That every plate we break was cracked by Mister Nobody!Mr. Nobody
'Tis he who always tears our 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 doneMr. Nobodyby Mister Nobody!
He puts damp wood upon the fire, that 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 not one tosses them about but Mister Nobody!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 around you see,
Are not our boots; Mr. Nobodythey all belong to Mister Nobody!


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