Mr Nobody

I know a funny little man,
As quiet as a mouse,
Who is not that bad
In the House of the world!
There is no one never sees his face,
And yet, we are all agreed
What we break one record was broken
By M. Nobody.

It is he still the tears in the books
Who leaves the door
He takes the keys of our booklets,
And scattered Afar-pin;
This squeaking always squeal,
For prithee, you do not see
We leave the oil spill to do
By M. Nobody.

The fingerprints on the door
In none of us are;
We must never allow the curtains unclosed,
To ensure that the curtains.
The inks are we never sense the boots
What makes the rounds lie you see
It is not our boots, they are all
For Mr Nobody.