Under a fluffed pillow
and a sleeping girl's head,
I found a huge molar
nestled on the bed.
I'm just a wee fairy
with delicate wings,
when I tried to lift it
I felt a sharp zing.
So I dialed my dad,
to help with the tooth.
He is super strong,
ain't that the truth.
But he was sleeping
with it being midnight.
How will I lift that tooth
before the morning light?
I look for something,
become a super sleuth.
I find a piece of floss,
tie it around the tooth.
I pull and I pull
the tooth zooms off the bed.
It lands on the floor,
barely missing Pooch's head.
Pooch snuffles and sniffs,
then lets out a sneeze.
That giant molar
flies on the breeze.
I zip super quick,
catch the molar in midair.
With a glittery trail
I escape with flair.
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