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THE WOBBLY TOOTH







THE WOBBLY TOOTH





When I was little and when a tooth became loose
The answer to my problem my Gran would produce,
My Mum would say `Go to your Gran`s and let her see`
So off I trotted up the street quite happily.



My Gran would say `Let`s see, now open wide`
From her the wobbly tooth I could not hide,
She`d place her finger on it and wobble it about
Sometimes she said `it`s not ready yet to come out`.



So off I`d run down the street back home again
 At least for another day my tooth would remain,
But next day it would be the same rigmarole
Except today my tooth could end up in the bowl.



Gran said `A little thread is holding it on
Just One little pull and it will be gone`
I shut my eyes tight fearing the worst
I was so scared I was fit to burst.



Next thing I knew it was lying in my hand
I used to think my Gran was ever so grand,
I felt no pain and my wobbly tooth was out
My Gran was the greatest without a doubt.



Now I was off and down the road I sped
Through the front door and straight up to bed,
`It`s out and under my pillow` I told my Mum
And tonight I`ll wait for the tooth fairy to come.







  
  
  

  
  
  




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