I had an attack of silliness last night.

I made up a song, to the tune of the Ford Truck 'jingle' - I do a good imitation of that guy. My daughter was begging me to stop by the third line. It starts out autobiographical and becomes fanciful:

I'm a snot-nosed man
That's what I am
I can't find no Kleenex
I won't compromise
I'll let it run to the ground
'Fore I'd wipe me nose on my sleeve
Honey!
The only thing worse 's when it's happ'nin' an' ya gotta sneeze.

I don't think it warrants further stanzas.