Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody

I know a funny little man,

   As quite as a mouse

Who does the mischief that done

   In everybody’s house !

There’s no one ever seen his face,

   And yet we all agree

That every plate we break was cracked

   By Mr. Nobody.

This is who he who always tears out books,

    Who leaves the doo ajar,

He pulls the buttons from out shirts

    And scatters pins afar;

That squeaking door will always squeak,

   For, pirthee, don’t you see.

We leave the oiling to be done

   By Mr. Nobody .

He puts damp wood upon the fire,

   That kettle cannot boil;

His are the feet that bring in mud,

   And all the carpets soil.

The papers always mislaid,

   Who had them last but me?

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

   That lying around you see

Are not our boots they all belongs

    To Mr. Nobody .