This bear has to go to the dentist,
For all is not merry and bright.
There are holes where there ought to be fillings
And one tooth has been hurting all night.
“An emergency, is it?” the Voice asks
“You can have an appointment at three.”
Loins girded, he sinks while chair’s lowered,
Oh! My Goodness Me!
They certainly need my attention.”
Eyes shut (not the dentist’s we hope)
His mouth is infilled with equipment,
Skilled fingers start tugging, and grope.
“That’s done. It’s all over. Extractions
Will cost you, Sir, some of your money.
In a very short time you’ll be back to your prime
Eating smackerel and licking up honey.”