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