But as he dozed, his teeth all conspired,
They’d had enough, they’d all grown tired.
A bicuspid cried, “Boys lets quit.”
So they packed their gums, skedaddled and split.
Gilbert woke just then and to his dread,
He found his teeth marching away, fleeing across his bed.
The third and final illo from the wonderfully creative world, "Little Gilbert Dentin Bleach", by my good friend Lenny K.