Mr Nobody
Published on Nov 25, 2015
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MR. NOBODY
I know I was a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischiefs that is done
In everyone's house!
There's no one who ever sees my face,
And yet we all agree
That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. Nobody
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'This he who always tears out books,
Who leaves the doors ajar,
He pulls the buttons from our shirts,
And scatters pins afar,
That squeaking door will always squeak,
For phithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done
By Mr. Nobody
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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 no one tosses them about
But Mr. Nobody
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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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