In the town of Smileyville, where the gumdrops grow, lived a lad named Timmy who hated to brush—oh, no! Shimmery sunshine danced on his untamed mop. But his teeth? Oh boy, they were set to plop!

Every morning, Mommy would plead and say, 'Timmy, my dear, brush your teeth today!' But Timmy just wiggled and wriggled with glee, 'I’d rather be climbing a peppermint tree!'

'Whoosh!' went the wind with a toothy shout, 'Brush, brush, brush or your teeth will pout!' With a swoosh and a swirl, came a Tooth Fairy sprite, tiny and shiny, gleaming so bright!

'Hello there, Timmy!' chimed Flossie McClean, 'Come on a quest with me, you teeth will beam! A tango awaits, a dance that's so grand, with toothbrushes swinging like a brave marching band!'

Timmy blinked twice and then he saw, a battalion of brushes with a toothsome 'Hurrah!' Clattering, chattering, with color and cheer, each toothbrush twirled and spun in high gear.

Swish, swash, swish, they danced on the brim, in shiny soap shoes, twinkling with vim. Timmy giggled and joined their play, as toothpaste rivers led the way.

'Rinse and repeat!' Flossie winked with glee, as bubbles fizzed like in fizzy creme brûlée. Timmy danced in the froth of minty zest, his teeth chiming ‘cleanest’ in a rhythmic fest.

Back at home in Smileyville, with a grin so wide, Timmy declared, 'I’ll brush with pride!' From that day on, teeth gleamed like snow, a happy Timmy, any dentist would know.

So brush like Timmy, with a twirl and a spin, let the sway of the tango sweep you right in. Dance with your toothbrush every day and night, and you'll always have a smile shiny and bright!

And remember dear friends, in floss we must trust, a shimmy, a shake, and away goes the dust. For teeth are treasures, keep them shining with cheer, a lifetime of smiles will soon appear!