Each time another tooth falls out,
I yearn to learn the truth
About what kind of crazy thief
Swaps cash for my old tooth.
I’d like to catch her by surprise
When she flies near my bed.
If I could hold her in my hands,
I’d squeeze her tiny head
Between my finger and my thumb
And ask her just one time
Why Jason Farber gets a buck.
I only get a dime.
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