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Oh dear dentist, with your tools so bright,
I must admit, they give me a fright.
Don't be deceived by how big I appear;
Inside I'm a quivering mass of fear.

I don't like the look of that drill in your hand;
I cannot support this dangerous plan.
And though my tusks could use some care,
I'd rather postpone this dental affair.

Perhaps I could visit another fine day,
When you've not so many implements on your tray;
And from the drill you'll kindly refrain;
You see I really don't do well with pain.

Description

Oh dear dentist, with your tools so bright,
I must admit, they give me a fright.
Don't be deceived by how big I appear;
Inside I'm a quivering mass of fear.

I don't like the look of that drill in your hand;
I cannot support this dangerous plan.
And though my tusks could use some care,
I'd rather postpone this dental affair.

Perhaps I could visit another fine day,
When you've not so many implements on your tray;
And from the drill you'll kindly refrain;
You see I really don't do well with pain.