“Where are my teef?” Grandpa shouts
He really sounds absurd
And it is then that my eyes make out
A little blue bird.
Suddenly Grandpa sees it too,
“Catch that bird!” he cries.
We run outside, but it’s too late
The bird has flown for the skies.
The pair of teeth that I remember
Wedged into the bird’s jaws,
Is too much for me, and grandpa too,
’Cause he very loudly guffaws.
“We’ve got to get fat bird!” he says
“Or your grandma will throw a fit
Those false teeth were expensive.
And she’ll never let us forget it!”
So we hopped into his old ute,
And quickly drove away.
Our eyes searching the horizon
Hoping to save the day.
After about an hour,
When the bird still hadn’t been seen,
Grandpa said “I’m pooped,”
“Let’s have rest, old bean.”
As we sat down under a shady tree,
I spied a flash of blue,
Grandpa must have seen the same,
And cried, “Now I’ve got you!”
He snatched his hands around the bird,
Which struggled and squirmed in vain,
But Grandpa didn’t let it go.
His teeth were his again.
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