Perhaps One of My Favorites
When flow’rs go a poppin’ up and leaves grow out of limbs,
my nose starts tinglin’, twitchin’ and itchin’, and I sing this little gem:
Oh boy. It’s a comin’. Aaa-achooo! Somethin’s up me nose today, and thar she just blew!
Even Buddy, he’s me dog, squeaks out a blow. Thar’s a reason for a sneezin’,
I say, even for pets, ye know. For a teensy, pesky critter, too small to see, goes flyin’ through the air,
plumb to you and me, right up the nostrils where the nose sheriff says, “No way!”
“You can’t enter here. Not ever. And especially not today.