It has held me many and many a day,
When I fain would have been in the fields at play
And I hated the dentist when first I sat
In the chair, and he said, “Take off your hat.”
Years roll on and are quickly fled,
And my teeth became shattered within my head:
But I know how much the heart can bear,
When I sit in that horrible, horrible chair.
Will it ever be thus? I gaze on it now,
With affright in my soul and care on my brow;