Lyrics tying bows to each of your teeth - six impala

The people gather and offer their teeth for her collection
It is a rite of passage
Before an offering can be made
Each specimen must be aged to perfection
She marks the best of each set with tiny ribbon bows
It is only by the grace of The Impala
That she receives such gifts

What is evewybody doing hewe (uwu)
Pwease bwing us all yowr pewfect wittle teethies (woah)
Pull them one by one, sqwooshy wooshy gummy wummy (owo)
Thank you Mr. Impala, we wuvwuvwuvwuvwuvwuv