What's in your beak
There in your cheek
Does it now leak
Or does it squeak
Is that a pin
Stuck in your chin
And when you grin
What's with your skin
Can it be sewn
Or is it blown
Might get my own
Perhaps a bone
Right through my nose
I might propose
Do you suppose
Anyone knows
If I could slip
Right in my lip
A plate to grip
Would that equip
Me for a place
In the new race
To now embrace
Piercing the face