Stary Nosed

I’ve got a star stuck up my snout
What will I do to get it out?
Will it still be there when I’m seven,
Or will I take it up to heaven?
It really doesn’t hurt that much
The doctors don’t seem in a rush
In fact it doesn’t hurt at all
Actually it’s pretty cool!
It could be useful in the night
To have a nose full of starlight.
I’d stay up late and have a look
At pictures in my favourite book.

Some bloke said, “why d’ya do it kid?”
I just replied’ “because I did!”
And that makes perfect sense to me
Because I’m four not fifty three.
I thought I wouldn’t sleep in bed
With that lump lodged in my head.
But I was tired as a dog and
In the end slept like a log.
That trip at night to A&E
Must’ve sapped my energy.

On Thursday it was still up there
It didn’t budge when I brushed my hair.
It didn’t shift at breakfast time
It wasn’t out by ten to nine.
I went to nursery on my scooter
But it remained wedged in my hooter.
Daddy said I’d have to go
back to the doctors, as they know,
How to extract from girls and boys
the little bits of broken toys.

But I don’t really want to be
Subjected to endoscopy,
I’d rather just ignore the thing
I’d much rather play and sing.
I didn’t need an operation,
Or a doctor’s qual - i - fi - cation.
I just had to play it cool
And it popped out when I got to school!