Did you know

That there are three thousand people living inside your nose?

And when you sneeze, they all escape?

But eventually, they will return to the great nostrils

Your sinuses a sanctuary from the rain outside

With no reason to run away from your snout

Though with every drip, another one wants out

Before the sniffle brings them back home

As they say, home is where the pharynx is

Though beware, if they dig for gold

Pickaxes and drills burrow into your flesh

Before long, your nose starts to bleed

And when you bleed, they all escape