"Nobody tore it! You know things will
Tear if you're sitting just stock stone still!
I was just 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 my children three!
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!
Nobody
MY GARDEN
I have a little garden
All edged with four-o'clocks;
And some of it is sunflowers,
And some is hollyhocks.
And all around the border
I've planted little stones—
A lot of round beach pebbles—
To keep out Rover's bones.
And then, as plain as daylight,
A sign, "Keep off the grass,"
Warns hens and everybody
That here they shouldn't pass.