Babies are taught how to get 'em,
Other kids eat 'em.
Adults are ashamed to pick 'em
old people dig for 'em,
It begins with dirt,
And then starts to grow,
Getting bigger and greener,
Some runny, some puddy.
The nose is the entrance,
Sometimes we can dodge it
That thought goes to our brain,
And turns into bad logic.
Kids come from heaven,
And cleanin' it comes natural.
Then the kid feels the itch
They've got to get it, it's just factual.
Some little ones know the pointer,
Others are shown the perfect fit.
Mothers despise the missing joint,
And sometimes use their spit.
Kids show no shame,
Placin' those bad thoughts,
Right to their mouth for pain,
It's not sugar stirrin' in that pot.
By time the child is taught
It's not proper decorum,
He is like the rest of the adults
thinkin' he will just conform.
One exception is Hillary Clinton
She is one adult caught pickin'.
That can only mean one thing
She's got more then Bill Clinton.
The old man driving next to you
Was holding nothing back,
When he stuck his finger in,
You'd think he lost his tack.
If you have a lot you're told,
Don't let those bad thoughts test 'er.
I see no shame in babies and old,
Gettin' 'em before they fester!
Old and young you can get them,
You left your maker and headin' there.
In between, you've got to control em'
Just use a tissue, show you care.
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