  One time I had an awful pain Which made me groan and cry; It felt like daggers in my head Which stabbed at my right eye. It was the toothache, mother said, And as she petted me, She quite agreed with Bobby Burns That nothing worse could be. Not even chiggers, ainhum, yaws, Or leprosy and sprue, With craw-craw and the Dhobie itch, Piedra and goundou. Beriberi and pinta, too, With cholera and boils, And dengue and bubonic plague With fevers scarlet, yellow, black And measles and the mumps, Green apple-colic, whooping cough, And chicken-pox's bumps. In Mother's sympathy for me No comfort could I find, And so I sought the dentist's aid, Where forceps cruel but kind Removed the sore and aching tooth, And freed me from the pang, Which by the noted Bobby Burns Was called "A venomed stang." And when the dentist gave to me The very little thing Which for so long had tortured me With joy I longed to sing. And I resolved to sugar it And watch it every day, While it was having dreadful pangs |
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