My teeth don't get along these days
They keep grinding each other down
All I can think of is here we go again
Another war between the North and South

If I had not had the ones with wisdom
Removed some time ago
Perhaps they'd all be the best of friends
Something we shall never know

I wish they would listen to reason
Top to bottom, front to back
Then my teeth would stop all this biting
And my mouth could finally relax