The greatest poem ever: Oh, I wish I?d looked after me teeth, And spotted the dangers 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 give up gobstoppers, From respect to me 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, 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 lie 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 amalgam,? 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 methey are beckonin? Oh, I wish I?d looked after me teeth.