When the doorbell rings at three in the morning

Mar 10, 2008 - 19:48 PM PST



It couldn’t be the milkman yet
It couldn’t be the mailman or the sanitation workers
It's too early for them.

It could be the toothfairy, but the last tooth I lost was in 1943
And even then she didn't pay me a visit
I guess she must have been busy visiting all the millions of
Other children whose teeth had fallen out
In peanut butter sandwiches or granny apples.

Every time I lost a tooth it was on hard candy.

I guess the tooth fairy thought that was dumb.