WORDS TO THE MUSIC
Little Blunt Nose He’s got a face like a wood-shaving Soft at the edges, dark-eyed, slow A little blunt nose in a halo of needles Like somebody hid a candle in snow He doesn’t look like trouble He looks like he’s late for a nap Whiskers full of bark dust And a mouth built for a quiet laugh Oh little blunt nose In a coat full of pins You waddle like the trail is a hymn All that armor, and still The sweetest small face Peeking out of the thicket again He climbs like he’s thinking it over Pauses, blinks, tries the next limb Moon on his cheeks, salt on his mind A round little lantern with quills for a rim Oh little blunt nose In a coat full of pins You waddle like the trail is a hymn All that armor, and still The sweetest small face Peeking out of the thicket again
