Mr Nobody

I know a funny little man,

As quiet as a mouse,

Who does the mischief that is

In everybody’s house.

There’s no one ever sees his face,

And yet we all

That every plate we break was

By Mr.,

Nobody‘Tis he who always tears our books,who leaves our doors ajar;he pulls the buttons from our shirts,and scatters pins afar,that squeaking door will always squeak,because of this you see:we leave the oiling to be doneby Mr Nobody.

He puts damp wood upon the fire,

So kettles cannot boil;

His are the feet that bring in

And all the carpets soil.

The papers always are mislaid,

Who had them last but he?

There’s no one tosses them

But Mr.

Nobody