The Spinach Problem


My friend has spinach in his teeth.
I don't know what to do.
If I tell him, he'll be mad at me.
If I don't, he'll be mad too.

If I let him walk around
with spinach hanging from his gums
how can I believe that we're true friends,
that we're true chums.

But if I'm the one who tells him,
He might think that I am mean.
My friend has spinach in his teeth,
but I don't want a scene.

Maybe if I wrote a note
and didn't sign my name.
Maybe if I gave him hints
like part of some fun game.

No, I just can't do it.
I just cannot tell my friend
that he has spinach in his teeth,
our friendship sure will end.

Uh Oh, here comes Rebecca.
She is sure to make a fuss.
She'll see the spinach in his teeth
and then tease both of us.

She told him! Told him right up front!
And now he's thanking her.
I can't believe it, there they go,
great friends, Oh, I'm so sure!

So now I sit here all alone.
Shoulda spoken, I suppose.
Think I'll go tell Rebecca
she's got something in her nose.


(C) 1998, Arden Davidson