I’ve Got Your Nose!

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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.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Julie F. Young