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What if my nose fell off my face,
How could I sniff a flower?
And, if I couldn't smell my feet,
I might not take a shower.
If my nose was on my hand,
When mom served turnips or frogs,
I'd smell their yucky odor,
And feed them to my dog.
What if my nose was on my thumb,
I could move it all around,
Without even moving my neck,
I could smell all around.
What if I sent my nose,
On a rocket to outer space,
Before I realized it felt better,
To stay located on my face?