They haven't got no noses, br The fallen sons of Eve; br Even the smell of roses br Is not what they supposes; br But more than mind discloses br And more than men believe. br br They haven't got no noses, br They cannot even tell br When door and darkness closes br The park a Jew encloses, br Where even the law of Moses br Will let you steal a smell. br br The brilliant smell of water, br The brave smell of a stone, br The smell of dew and thunder, br The old bones buried under, br Are things in which they blunder br And err, if left alone. br br The wind from winter forests, br The scent of scentless flowers, br The breath of brides' adorning, br The smell of snare and warning, br The smell of Sunday morning, br God gave to us for ours br br * * * * * br br And Quoodle here discloses br All things that Quoodle can, br They haven't got no noses, br They haven't got no noses, br And goodness only knowses br The Noselessness of Man.