Little Boy
A long long time ago or so the story goes,
Lived a little boy who loved to dig for boogers in his nose.
His mother called him gross
But he thought it grand
To probe and prod in his nose with fingers on his hand.
Neighbors thought him impolite,
Others would point and stare,
But with his little fingers occupied
The boy just did not care.
Older boys would run away,
Girls just cried and retched,
The little boy oblivious,
His nostrils widely stretched.
So give heed and hear the tale,
This proverb true and old,
You may have fun but wont have friends,
If you dig for gold.