Most Noble

(Verse 1)

In Strongholds where mountains rise,

We Lod with noses of noble size.

For our noses are strong and true,

A trait we cherish, through and through.

(Chorus)

Oh, the nose, so proud and grand,

With curves and twists across the land.

A beacon of our heritage,

A symbol of our noble lineage.

(Verse 2)

With noses keen, we sniff the air,

Detecting scents both foul and fair.

For though our noses may be large,

They guide us like a guiding barge.

(Chorus)

Oh, the nose, so proud and grand,

With nostrils flared, a sight so grand.

A marvel of our ancestry,

A source of Lodish revelry.