There's somebody stayin' aroun' our house--
I don't know who or where--
That sneaks about an' follers me out
An' in an' ever'where
I go; an' 'sturbs my skates an' things,
An' scatters 'em all about;
But you bet your stuff it'll go mighty tough
With 'im when I find 'im out!
Though I hang my hat an' coat away,
Up on the peg with care,
I'll just be bound they can't be found
When I want 'em,--anywhere.
When I've hunted for 'em till I'm late for school,
An' mad as one ol' March hare,
An' a dozen more, right down on the floor
I'll find that hat, just where
Somebody's went an' throwed it down,--
It's the same with my books each day,
My bat an' ball, my mittens an' all,
Though I'm sure I put 'em away.
But I tell you this: if I ever find
Who that meddlesome "somebody" is,
I'll rout 'im, an' scout 'im, an' all that's about 'im,
I'll learn 'im to mind his biz.