Hygiene

I'm brushing my teeth with my finger again.

It's something amusing to do, now and then.

I open the tube and I squeeze out the paste,

(But little by little, so none goes to waste).

I stretch out my finger and pile on the glop,

Then swish it around in my mouth 'til I stop.

I rub every molar and every incisor,

Then each wisdom tooth, so I'm sure to get wiser.

I scrub from the front to the back without fail,

Then scrape off my tongue with the tip of my nail.

At last when I'm sparkling and ready to quit,

I pull out my finger, then gargle and spit.

My finger-toothbrushing adventure is done.

The real fun, however, has barely begun.

My finger is minty and covered with slime,

And here comes my sister—it's face-touching time!