DR NANCY YOUSEF & DR AMIR VAHDAT - NHS Dentist – © 2018 - Jane Cox - jane@janecoxphotography.com
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Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
 
I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When I had more tooth there than fillin’
To pass up gobstoppers,
From respect to my choppers,
And to buy something else with me shillin’
 
When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little
And all that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
 
My mother, she told me no end,
‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend’
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin’
And pokin’ and fussin’
Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite!
 
If I’d known I was paving the way,
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin’s
Injections and drillin’s,
I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lay in the old dentist’s chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine
In these molars of mine,
‘Two amalgum,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’
 
How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath.
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.