As I brush my teath,
Its a row row row my teeth,
Swiming in foam,
Of paste so sweet,
Kicking rocks and leaves,
Its a row row row my teath,
Kicking hard rocks and teeth,
Brush in my hands,
To clear out dry leaves,
Sweep off dust,
Leave my tiny ocean fresh,
White and shiny my teeth,
With great breath.
Its a row row row my teeth.
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