The Nose Book by Al Perkins, illustrated by Roy McKee, narrated by me. Everybody grows a nose. I see a nose on every face. I see noses every place. A nose between each pair of eyes. Noses noses every size. They grow on every kind of head. They come in blue. And pink. And red. Some are very, very long. Some are very, very strong. Everywhere a fellow goes, he sees some new, new kind of nose. A nose is useful, after all. Some play horns. And some play ball. A nose is good for making holes in trees. And roofs. And barber poles. But sometimes noses aren't much fun. They sniffle. They get burned by sun. A nose gets punched. And bumped on doors. And bumped on walls. And bumped on floors. Sometimes your nose will make you sad. Sometimes your nose will make you mad. But. Just suppose you had no nose. Then you could never smell a rose. Or pie or chicken all a king. You'd never smell a single thing. And one thing more. Suppose no nose. Where would all our glasses sit? They'd all fall off. Just think of it. And that's why everybody grows between his eyes some kind of nose. The end.