- the child toothbrushing ritual!
US KIDS BRUSH OUR TEETH
When you’re in a hurry and time’s flying past
Sometimes you get mad 'cause I don’t move so fast
I’m still just a kid, bein’ slow’s not that bad
Please listen a minute, before you get mad
Chorus: Us kids brush our teeth, the way that we do
Because we are kids, and we’re different than you!
First, I must move the stool into just the right place
Or I can’t reach the sink, and I can’t see my face
It’s important to see just whose teeth I have brushed
So I’m slow and I’m careful, this step can’t be rushed.
Then I turn on the faucet, unless it’s too tight
Sometimes I need two hands, t’get it just right!
’Cause water must trickle in just the right stream
Not too hot or too cold, but exactly between
Next I take my toothbrush and make it all wet
(So the toothpaste will stick to it better I bet!
Or maybe it’s just to wash old germs away,)
I don’t know for sure why, but kids do it this way.
Maybe it’s ’cause when a toothbrush is dry
The toothpaste can splatter and get in your eye,
N’make spots on the mirror, so do not not forget
When y’load on your toothpaste, your brush must be wet!
Then I stick out my tongue and I taste the toothpaste
’Cause there might be some bad tasting stuff in it’s place
You must not forget this, because if you do, well,
You might end up brushing your teeth with shampoo!
Next I squoosh up the tube in the middle and make
A big mess on the sink, with a long skinny snake
Kids must do their duty and do this because
It’s important to follow Kid-Toothbrushing-Laws
Now the easiest part is brushing the teeth
I rub it upstairs and around underneath
And wiggle and wobble the edge of my gums
And sweep out the leftover pieces of crumbs
Then I blow a big bubble and dribble my spit,
All foamy and white, down the drain, like a pit!
And I count all the pieces of food that I cleaned!
Fill my mouth up with water and squirt little streams
That rinse out the sink and spray rivers and rain
And wash all those food pieces right down the drain
Next I rinse off the toothbrush, get all of the suds
Then give my old toothbrush, five solid thuds (1-2-3-4-5)
On the edge of the sink, like I’m playing a drum
It won’t knock all the drops off, but it’ll knock some!
Wipe my face with a towel, put my toothbrush away,
Then get a dry shirt, put the wet one away
I know your way’s faster for you, so it’s better,
And I’m just a kid now, but I won’t be forever
My face in my mirror looks just like yours did
If you look in your mirror, you can still see that kid
Chorus (Because we are kids, once you were one too!)
Written by Peter Alsop, ©Copyright 1987, Moose School Music (BMI)