From: Dragon lite 
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MR. NOBODY

I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse,
Who does the mischief that is done in everybody's house!
No one ever sees his face, and 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 will always squeak, for, prithee, don't you see,
We leave the oiling to be done by Mr. Nobody.

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 not 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 'round, you see,
Are not our boots; they all belong to Mr. Nobody. 



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Sometimes you have to go out on a limb to turn over a new leaf

Don't trust his words, trust his actions.
       
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