Oh teeth, oh teeth,
You are so much woe
You bring it
Every time you grow.
You make my baby
Scream and wail,
Telling such a woeful tale.
You steal away
My precious sleep,
As all night long
E wants to weep.
We love you
Because you help E eat,
But growing you
Is such a feat.
When you are done
We will be so glad,
Oh teething makes
The world so sad.
Woe! This is very true.
ReplyDeletethankfully once this last canine tooth is through we should have a little respite before the last set of molars.
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