I woke up one morning,
with a pain in my tooth.
Too many sweets,
now that's the truth.
Mum says'That's a case of tooth decay.'
'A visit to the dentist
you'll have to pay.'
I sat in the chair,
'OH' what a fright.
The drill,
The pliers,
and that bright light.
One hour later,
back home with dad;
The dentist visit,
was not so bad.
No more sweets for me now you see,
but I'll brush my teeth quiet regularly.
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