Tank's Ode to the Booger

Little green and gooey blob,
Clogging up my nose.
Come on out of there, my friend,
And get between my toes.

Let me smear you 'cross my cheek,
so quick on snot so clear.
My sleeve will take you right along,
Along to my little ear.

Momma says "Use a tissue!",
if I wanna get you out.
But I like you on my fingertip.
It makes my sister shout.

So while it's fun to chase her,
And take you for a run.
My very favorite place for you
Is the middle of my tongue.