My little little nose,
Always strikes many a pose.
Some tubby and fat,
Like a cute kitten’s.
Some large and crocked,
Like a wicked witch.
I don’t know the kind of nose you have
Or if its striking a pose,
But I do know that all us have a nose.
Without a nose,
Our life comes to a close.
For a prince or a clown,
A life can come to close,
Just by a little nose.
