I’ve Got Your Nose!

By Lois Wickstrom

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    I sneak up behind my mother,

    Moving quietly on my toes.

    My hand begins to hover,

    And I quickly grab her nose.

    I poke my thumb between my knuckles,

    Hold my fist beneath her chin.

    She tickles while I chuckle,

    And we both begin to grin.

    “I got your nose! I got your nose!”

    I yell and dance around.

    She claps her hands and then she sits

    Right down upon the ground.

    “Oh, dear!” she cries. “How will I smell?

    How will I face my friends?

    Without my nose, I won’t look well

    Or know if dinner blends.”

    She looks so genuinely sad

    I start to feel some pity.

    If her nose will make her glad,

    Her smile will make her pretty.

    I unfold my hand before her face

    And let her take her nose.

    She puts it in its proper place

    And off to work she goes.

    Illustrated by Julie F. Young