Plastic surgeons can be givers
Of more appealing face
Cause they use things like a razor
Your blemish to erase
So your snoz is quite a honker?
A big, protruding weed?
Doc will shape it like a flower
And dough is all he needs

It's the one that's nearly breaking
That gives alot of grief
Too much chiseling and baking
It's brittle as a leaf
It's been stirred and it's been shaken
So thin it can't be seen
Then they have to graft some skin on
To make it work again

When you think your face is homely
And your honker's much too long
And you think good looks are only
For the wealthy and the strong
Stand in front of a big mirror
And see the work of prose
Love your skin and love your features
And especially your nose