My Nose (Children)

Right smack dab in the middle of my face a nose is growing in that place. I think it looks real goofy there, but I can’t move it any other somewhere. Some are big, but mine is small, and babies have a bump, that’s all. It isn’t nice to lie, I know, 'cause my nose might grow like Pinnocchio’s. With a cold it’s stuffy, just because, near Sissy’s feet... you wish it was. Most times, my nose is a friend to me. It warns, Mom’s cooking broccoli or other stuff that I won’t eat, like liver (that’s a yucky meat) . Sometimes it works the other way... Mom made oatmeal cookies today, and I also like to smell perfume. The kind Mom wears stinks up a room. We’d sure be missin', I suppose, some real neat sniffin' without a nose.