Dear precious child; let me present to you the truth,
for gracing me with questions, about a fallen tooth…
Worried not was I, about your literary call,
my wings have flown far, and I have read it all.
Thousands of first teeth, we must collect each day,
many Molars under pillows and Babies on a tray.
A Tooth Fairy like me has the best job of all,
as councils kindly, provide me money on a pole.
Inside a parking meter, I find local currency,
coins, save me carting cash, over land or sea.
In the morn will be reward, if directions you will follow,
a golden coin to replace a tooth, under your soft pillow.
Perhaps to save you pondering, I promise its not scary;
your tooth will be collected, by me the nice Tooth Fairy.