A finger in my nose to pick,
Just one booger I hope to flick,
Billy Preston did it first,
A snot from him - by far the worst,
Flew across the room at me,
A crunchy pellet, no time to flee,
Right above my mouth it hit,
And landed on my favorite mit,
My gloves came of, finger at the ready,
Got the booger now, got to keep steady,
The bell's rung; he's running away,
I'll recycle this booger for another day.