I am here sitting in the dentist's chair/ Just wishing that I was else where. The dentist says "Please open wide,/ I need to take a look inside. He gives mouth a push and a prod/ By now I am not feeling too good. Then he gives an injection into the gum/ I am dreading what is yet to come. He proceeds to drill and drill/ It is making me feel quite ill. Then when he has finished the filling/ He utters word most chilling. He says that with out a doubt/ There is a tooth that must come out. So with many heave and many a tug/ The offending tooth he does unplug. Still at last it is all over/ I am feeling as if I am in clover. But as out the dentist's chair I climb/ He says "I wamnt you back in six months time".
