There is a box of pearls
In the recess of my head
I touch them up with swirls
Before I go to bed
They are my pearly whites
I love their very sight
If I don't brush them up
Imagine their plight
My incisors and crowns
They begin to fret and frown
Cause a silver tooth
Cannot match my gown
But my molars and canines
How they love to turn brown
Immersed in folds of chocolate
They forever let me down
This is really incredulous
They are no longer deciduous
But just love to be contrary
And a gift to the tooth fairy
So I can only trust my gums
To be my best chums
And keep my pearls together
Forever and ever
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