Poem From Burma
by George Orwell

Brush your teeth up and down, brother, Oh, brush them up and down! All the folks in London Town Brush their teeth right up and down. Oh! How they shine! Aren't they bloody fine? Night and morning, my brother, Oh brush them up and down!"
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