A Child's visit to the dentist by Rob Hood©12-1-2007
I'm in the dentist's chair
He's got me in his snare
I'm about to feel really ill
I'm here against my will
When Mommy said where
I was going
my tears began aflowing
Whenever I think about
that guy
it always makes me cry
He looks into my mouth
with glee
searching for cavitires
he wants to see
He loves to use his drill
and my cavities
he will fill
Days like this
I wish I'd slept through
because they always
make me blue
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