Baby Ruth

A very young girl named Baby Ruth Had in her mouth just one sore tooth That gave her a lot of trouble Then came the day she could not play Couldn't even blow a bubble To town she goes but no one knows That she is afraid of the dentist there He pulls the tooth from Baby Ruth With much patience and care The day came to pass and here at last Is a happier toothless Baby Ruth

--By Charles A. Cowan--



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