Mary will chop a little lamb...

Whenever I tell British patients my first name, they start asking me about my little lamb.
My poodle feels insulted. He admits that -sometimes- his ears get trimmed like those of a lamb, but that's where every resemblance stops.

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.

People also ask me if I am always that contrary.
Then I feel insulted. I am a very flexible, easy-going person!

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

Nursery rhymes are OK, but not when they still haunt you when you are 53!

There are some about teeth too. I like this one:

Once I had a wobble tooth
That wobbled to and fro
Every time I ate my toast
I thought the tooth would go.

But then I ate a candy,
A sticky toffee roll,
Now where my wobble tooth was
There's nothing but a hole!