B.J. Ayers

(06/25/1940 / North Carolina)

My Lost Tooth (For Ben)


My tooth right here, it came out,
It hurt a little, but I didn't pout,

Mom said, let's keep it, and put it here,
In a little bag, her face had a tear,

Tonight, she said, under your pillow there,
The tooth fairy will come, because she'll care,

Because she loves, and a good boy you are,
A surprise she'll leave, after coming so far,

So when you wake up, and look with care,
under your pillow, right under there,

A surprise you will find, she left for you,
Because, just like mommy, she loves you too.

Submitted: Thursday, August 24, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010

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