Please hurry up and straighten, quickly and in haste!
Oh what horror, what unbearable pain
If only the dentist had better aim
They ache, I moan, I can't chew only swallow
And feel pity and mouthfuls of unbearable sorrow
No apples, no gum, not even hard bread
Sometimes with braces, you're better off dead
No laughing, no smiling, no happiness galore
Being a metal-mouth sure isn't a bore
Just hurry up and straighten, you little metal witch
I should just be grateful that braces don't itch.
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