| Dentists |
The children come to him in pain And hoping that he's not insane. But as they enter the awful room, A certain feeling fills them with gloom. Like an icy hand just covered them all. They couldn't back out or their teeth would fall. Filling, drilling, and destroying teeth, Keeping them from eating little treats. He wants to pull out your tiny molars; He wants to make your mouth look older. Then all of a sudden, with building fright, He says you're done, and you're out of sight.
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