I’ve Got Your Nose!

By Lois Wickstrom

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