Unfortunately Horace was a novice, from a small province, in france.
He had quite the repulsive smile, but boy couldn't he dance.
It wasn't till margie said, clean up your teeth or I won't hold your hands. So Horace immediately got to making plans.
Horace looked for a dentist, with all good intentions,
only to find, a man to strange to mention.
He fled with his hat, hurrying out the door,
time to look for another, a trusted practitioner of course.
With margie on his mind, he didn' t stop until he could find,
A dentist like him, with tapping feet, one who could fix his smile and teeth.