I need to get some toothpaste
I need to get some teeth
I need to get some molars
because it's hard to eat
I want to get some ketchup
I want to get some beef
I want to make a burger
but firstly I need teeth
So tell me, Mr. Dentist,
when should I hope to see
a mouth full of food-chompers
and a boy that's full of glee
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