Fed up to the back teeth
My teeth are feeling wobbly,
I can roll them with my tongue,
Some are hanging by a thread
And kind of bungee jump along.
Even teeth get pushed around
By the new ones underneath,
They push and shove the old ones out –
I call these bully teeth!
Losing teeth is not all bad
You can make some easy money,
The going rate’s a pound a time
insurance for being gummy.
Place the tooth under your pillow
And the fairies, if they are willing
Will flutter down and check it out,
You’ll get less though for a filling.
Mum says they only choose the whitest
They recycle them and make
Pearly necklaces of the brightest…
Mum. Give me a break!
Following this sound advice
I placed my tooth quite hasty
Underneath my pillowcase
And hoped for something tasty.
Next morning I woke up to see
A dainty fairy letter,
They were very sorry for my loss
And hoped I felt much better.
They went on further to explain
And I found this rather strange,
They didn’t have a pound this time –
Would I accept loose change!