Doctor Maik M. Strait. He stands there with his knowing stare Each time we crawl into his chair. He cleans our teeth with special goo. Why, he even cleans the back sides, too. Then he gives us special tips On how to brush inside our lips.
Crowds line the streets so they can see A cavity emergency.
It's Dr. Strait's annoying drill. So we admire our Doctor Strait. Yes, even when he makes us wait. Without these dentists we might be, A gummy toothless society. Back to Grandpa Tucker's Poetry Archive Image modified from graphic licensed from PrintMaster .