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Mama taught me to wash my hair 
Every Saturday with no delay
To unbraid it and let in air
So that lice may not build a lair
On my head to birth and play.

“What is lice,” I asked mama near the swamp
And a lazy smile curled her lip
“Hmm lice are little monsters that come to dip
Their little long hooks that are sharp
Into hair that is not washed and aired up.”
In my mind I made a vow to always wash up-
 My hair with no delay.

I had a sweet tooth and still do 
When mama caught me what could I do?
I knew for sure this time cry I would
Mama was not smiling like she always did
But she sat me down and held
The mirror up so see I could.

“See those teeth white and straight
Are they not beautiful?  But wait
That sugar will make them beak and chip
And your breath will smell like garbage heap
If you don’t brush your teeth and help
God fight the nasty monsters that come to tear teeth up.”

So in my mind I decided 
To always brush my teeth to keep the monsters away.
But my sweet tooth did not sway
And our sugar cabinet had no keys… no way
I could take a little and pray
Mama wouldn’t find out that I did.

But she did though I was smart
And she took it in her stride…hmm wait…
She told me a stone would grow
And my belly would become huge 
Till it touched the ground if I ate sugar yet again.

I looked around and sure enough
 There were people who had big swollen bellies
I could not ask as they were old but surely they must have stolen
Sugar from somewhere and ate some could not even breath
I was cured as I touched my flat little belly
And since that day I never ate mamas’ sugar again.

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