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What a dangerous trade is the dentist's! / With what perils he has to contend, / As he plunges his paws / In the gibbering jaws / Of some trusting but terrified friend, / With the risk that before he is ten minutes older / His arms may be bitten off short at the shoulder!
He is born in the West, is the dentist, / And he speaks with a delicate twang, / When polite as a prince, / He requests you to "rinse," / After gently removing a fang. / ('Tis to save wear-and-tear to the mouth, one supposes, / That dentists consistently talk through their noses.)