NOBODY DID IT.

“NOBODY b’oke it! It cracked itself, It was clear ’way up on the toppest shelf. I—p’rhaps the kitty-cat knows!” Says poor little Ned, With his ears as red As the heart of a damask rose. “Nobody lost it! I carefully Put my cap just where it ought to be, (No, ’tisn’t ahind the door), And it went and hid, Why, of course, it did, For I’ve hunted an hour or more.” “Nobody tore it! You know things will Tear if you’re sitting just stock-stone still! I was jumping over the fence— There’s some spikes on top, And you have to drop Before you can half commence.” Nobody! wicked Sir Nobody! Playing such tricks on all about thee. If I but set eyes on you, You should find what you’ve lost But that to my cost, I never am like to do!