Crows in my Nose!

CROWS IN MY NOSE!
CROWS IN MY NOSE!
A FAMILY OF CROWS,
HAS MOVED IN UP MY NOSE!

Although they are quite cosy,
They’ve made my nose all rosy.
Mum says: “They cannot stay.
We must send them on their way!”

I SNIFF them, and I SNORT them,
In an effort to TRANSPORT them.
But... they scritch and scratch my throat,
And back up my nose they float.

CROWS IN MY NOSE!
CROWS IN MY NOSE!
A FAMILY OF CROWS,
HAS MOVED IN UP MY NOSE!

I MUFF them, and I SNUFF them,
And I use my sleeve to CUFF them.
But... they won’t leave me alone,
And back up my nose they’ve flown.

CROWS IN MY NOSE!
CROWS IN MY NOSE!
A FAMILY OF CROWS,
HAS MOVED IN UP MY NOSE!

I PICK them, and I FLICK them,
(And I even try to LICK them).
But... they cling on to my finger,
And still up my nose they linger.

CROWS IN MY NOSE!
CROWS IN MY NOSE!
A FAMILY OF CROWS,
HAS MOVED IN UP MY NOSE!

It’s getting rather pressing,
These crows are SO distressing,
They really are an issue,
So... I reach out for a tissue!

I give a giant BLOWZY,
The crows shoot out my nosey,
I’ve emptied out my snout,
And... the crows have all moved out!

CROWS OUT MY NOSE!
CROWS OUT MY NOSE!
THE FAMILY OF CROWS,
HAS MOVED OUT OF MY NOSE!