The Dentist

"I do not want to go to the dentist," Said little Mr. Gee.

"They stick things in my mouth that hurt me.

They hurt me very much,

every time I get touched

by the dentist I think I am going to die,

and do you want me to tell you why?

It is only because they hurt me very much.

Why do they want to get me hurt?

I leave and again fill my teeth with dirt.

I think they want to kill me,

Oh Mom, can't you see?

They hurt me very much.

Mom, I shall not go,

I don't want my teeth to glow.

You have to pay a lot,

You can't make me, you cannot.

Besides, they hurt me very much.

So as I said, I shall stay here,

And make the glow disappear.

My teeth may not shine,

Or look very fine,

But at least I have a live,

That will continue to thrive.

And I will not die,

But if you want to go, then bye.

Because I am not going to leave,

To have the pain make me grieve.

The pain it would make,

My teeth would ache,

And all because I had my teeth cleaned,

Only to boost my self esteem.

Oh Mom go, I will not,

I would rather have my teeth start to rot.

Goodbye, my mother, you may carry on,

I hope you will live for the next dawn."

"If you come, my candy will be yours."

"Oh, in that case, lets start heading outdoors."