A Dentist for Witches

I want to be a dentist for witches

I want to scrub their teeth shiny bright

I want to fill their rotten old cavities

And floss their blackened gums with all my might.

I want to have them rinse out with fluoride

And use the suction spit wand in their cheeks

I’ll do a root canal with nitrous oxide

And see them for a check-up in two weeks.

When the check-up’s done, they’ll get a travel toothbrush

And I’ll wag my finger, saying, “Keep ‘em clean!”

‘Cause you see, I have this theory that it’s toothaches

That makes witches act so gosh darn weird and mean.