How's your head?

How's your head?
Oh it's ok, just perched up there on my neck.
But as you ask, it would be rude,
If I didn't reach up to check!

Oh dear, Oh dear, I stuck my finger up my nose,
And now my head has fallen off.
But I doubt if it'll be too much of a problem,
Except for when I cough!

And when I'm hungry, eating food,
May be a problem too.
So I don't suppose by any chance,
You've got some super-glue?

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