In a heart shaped box a

mother keeps her childrens teeth

All organized

In neat little rows of three

In a heart shaped box

those teeth with stay

Until the day

of doom comes

Take the ones they lose

Take them by force when they sleep at night

Its all laughs and giggles

till they won’t give her a tooth

Then she cuts cuts cuts

In the middle of the night

She awakens

Hungry for a snack

White and pearly as can be

So the mother opens

the heart shaped box

and munches

on only three