Teething Poem by Ima Ryma

I open wide. What do you see?
Two tiny teeth are in my smile,
Showing the growing babe I be.
More teeth will grow in in a while.
Teething can make a baby fuss,
But I know that the pain is good.
My teeth are saying, 'Welcome us'
To my where I eat neighborhood.
So far it's been Mom's milk to drink,
Suckling and chewing - a delight.
But Mom's okay with it, I think.
She doesn't mind a little bite.

I'm getting teeth. What will I do?
This gorilla girl's gonna chew.