Dr. Vasserman,
I had a great dentist
Her name was Marie
And she took greatest care
Of a person named Me.
Then she sold out her practice
And I went out to see
The unwanted new dentist
Who wasn't Marie.
I stood and I started
And my hackles went up
She'd bequeathed my dear teeth
To this upstart young pup.
Just out of short pants,
With long lashes was he;
Oh it was a pity!
I turned 'round to flee.
Then, I thought a long time,
And devised a smart test;
I'd trusted him with one tooth,
But save all the rest.
The years have gone by...
He, still, isn't Marie,
But he's my teeth's favorite friend,
And a good friend to me.
Best wishes, Emily