Oh little tooth inside my face
You’ve caused my thoughts to swerve.
I was having lunch with Grace
Boy, you’ve got some nerve.
Annoying tooth behind my lips
Which one – it’s hard to tell –
With dessert here at my fingertips
My face began to swell.
Bothersome teeth, the lot of you
You’ve made this lunch a wreck,
And yet – I’m very proud of you
Grace picked up the check.
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