I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse. Who does the mischief that is done to everybody's house, no one ever sees his face yet we all agree that every plate we break was cracked by 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 always squeak. For prithee, don't you see we leave the oiling to be done by Mr. Nobody.