When you lose your baby teeth,

And you have to watch your food,

And you look so cute,

Like a snaggle-tooth coyote,

And then, your big teeth grow in,

And they’re too big for you at first,

And stick out like a squirrel’s in front,

But you can know that you are growing,

Changing like the wind.

But when you’re old

And you start to lose your teeth,

You’re still cute, like Snaggle-Tooth.

You’re next real teeth, though, 

Are not the ones the white doctor gives you.

Those are fake.

Your next real teeth will be ghost teeth,

And you can’t see them,

But they are teeth of fire,

Preparing you to go to a feast-dance

In the happy hunting ground.

There the Great and Holy Spirit

Will share with you

Spirit-food that only fire consumes.

Your fire teeth will be too big at first, 

But just as beautiful as the squirrel’s,

And you can know that you are growing,

Changing like the wind.

-jenn