My Tooth Ith Looth, George Ulrich
My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!
I can’t go to thcool, that’th my excuthe.
I wath fine latht night when I went to bed,
But today it’th hanging by a thread!
My tooth ith loothe! My toothe ith loothe!
I’m telling you the honetht truth.
It maketh me want to jump and thout!