Time for another thong. That's thong not thong
, of courthe. Here goeth... (thung to the tune of 'Thhe' as thung by Charleth Ath-No-Voithe)
Teeth may be the thingth I mutht collect,
Give me mutth pleathure; you, regret;
Maybe my treathure or the prithe I have to pay.
Teeth may be the lothth that thugar bringth
Which maketh you whithtle ath you thing,
May be a hundred different thingth
That maketh you witth that they would thtay.
Teeth may come from beauty or the beatht,
May be a molar or at leatht
May be a thharp canine from werewolf or vampire.
Teeth may have a filling or a crown,
Be pearly white or perhapth brown.
They may drop out and let you down;
It could be dire.
Teeth can make you look tho goofy in a crowd
Their thhine can be tho thparkly and tho loud
No one’th allowed to keep them when I call
Teeth, they are the thingth that cannot hope to latht
They thtay with me from thhadowth of your patht -
I’ll fly in to collect them all
Teeth are the thole reathon I thurvive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The thingth I’ll care for through the rough and rainy yearth
Me, I’ll take your gnaththerth, have no fearth,
And make them all my thouvenirth
For when they go there ith belief
That I will come to get your