Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my teed
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
An ten he filks my cavakies
Wid choclut cangy-- I tink he's
The graygest nentis in the Ian.
With maple syrup, thick and sweet 
 
 OK…now we’re starting to see why the kid’s talking like that.
Dentist Dan