"The Dentist"
What is it dad, what can I do?
Why is it dad, I feel so blue?
What is it , son, that makes you sad?
Why is it, son, you feel so bad?
I wanted, dad, to let you know,
I really did not want to go.
But son you know I love you dear,
And don't you know we both are here?
That Dentist makes you lay down flat
And makes me tilt my head way back.
My sister says he uses things
That push and pull, while he just sings.
And, dad, she said while his song is sung
He puts his tools along my tongue.
He uses them to probe and pry
Intent on making children cry.
Your sister knows that is not right,
She wants to fill you up with fright.
One time, when mom had brought her here
She never shed a single tear.
The Dentist came in, and with a smile,
He said, "This will take a little while."
He looked inside, both up and down
And never did I see a frown.
My Dentist was never, ever mean
He told me that my teeth are clean
And don't you know that in a while
We went back home with a great big smile!
- Ryhmer
Posted January 29, 1997
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