The Shadow

There once was a man from DeBose who had a gigantic nose his nostrils squawked whenever he walked. When at rest it sat on his toes The man got a job at a farm his task was to sound the alarm when the sly fox tried the coop locks intending to do chickens harm One night his nose fell asleep lulled by the bleat of the sheep fox took a chance interrupted romance of two lovebirds, now the one weeps! The man with the nose then got fired The farmer now wished he had hired a man without clothes not a nullified nose so prone to be slumber inspired As the nose and his man went away Nose saw the sly fox in the hay with much boogie-woogie nose hocked a great loogie and splattered the fox where he lay The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest though the hay loft was terminally messed Everyone cheered nose grew a beard and moved to an ashram out west You may wonder, is this tale is true? I assure you it is, yes I do. to doubt the nose would presuppose this story is nothing but poo The legend of the hero nose grows if questions of provenance pose look on the shadiest side of that big chunk of hide for only the shadow knows