I’m forever picking bogies out of your nose,
I don’t even know how you would make all of those.
So give me a break, let me get the green crust out.
It’s harder when you wave your arms and head about.
I’m only getting them to make room for more,
Believe me, I’d rather they just fall to the floor.
Just one of many gross things to do till you’re able,
It would be nice if you could keep your head stable.