The Nose

The Nose, The Nose, oh The Nose
Tales lost and tales told
Secret treasures, hoard of gold
Drawing hunters near and far
To search and seek, scrape and scar

The Nose, it grows, oh it grows
Mountain reaching out up high
Long beyond the sunset sky
Caverned nostrils set below
Pathway for both friend and foe

The Nose, they chose, why they chose
Greedy acts of wicked men
Spade on shoulder, to the den
Pickaxe rose, and pickaxe fell
Magma drawn, and fearful yell

The Nose, it flows, forth it flows
Crimson mixed mustard yellow
Goo entrapped the bad fellow
Deep beneath the crust they scream
Forever lost in the stream

The Nose, it slows, blessed it slows
Lava cools to earth and stone
No one there left to atone
Water boils and forests burn
Nature hurt, but will return

The Nose, The Nose, oh The Nose
Yet more lost inside The Nose

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I made a YouTube video with a reading
of the poem here is the video link for it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulzN_sYh_24