The Toothbrush
Who invented you
You little brushel stick
Your always blue
You never talk
You meet me twice a day
How nice you are to use
You never sit
You always stand
You boost my confidence
I can't go on without you
You keep me disinfected
Even all around the world
You have a large family
When you came to me
You sat behind the package
Calling out to me
I'd like to thank you
For all you've done
You never judge me
Little toothbrush
I sorry I have to say,
Goodbye
But your time is now
So long my friend
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