The Wobbly Tooth

In a bathroom bright, with tiles so white, Stood a mirror, gleaming in the light. Little Lily stared, with worried frown, At a tiny tooth, wobbling up and down!

"Oh, Mom!" she cried, "It's jiggly, see? This wobbly tooth is teasing me!" Mom chuckled soft, "A wiggly treat! Soon a new one will fill its seat."

Lily puffed her cheeks, a determined sight, And grabbed that tooth with all her might! She wiggled it left, she wiggled it right, That stubborn tooth put up a fight!

She tied it to a string, then slammed the door, But still that tooth stuck fast, wanting more! She ate a carrot, crunchy and bold, Hoping to break free, that story told.

She danced a jig, she sang a song, To try and tempt that tooth along. She made silly faces, cross-eyed and grim, But the wobbly tooth just hung on him!

Then, with a sneeze, a mighty "KERCHOO!" (Sent soap bubbles flying, me and you!) The wobbly tooth, surprised and caught, Popped right out! A victory fought!

Lily leaped with joy, a happy squeal, Holding her treasure, her toothy appeal! "It's gone! It's gone! Hooray, it's free! Now for the Tooth Fairy's gift for me!"