Lorax

You know of the Cat in the Hat?
I killed him with a baseball bat,
Now he’s buried in Erolave,
Where I danced a jig on his grave!

After I stole away Thing Two,
And dyed its hair bright pink, not blue,
Thing One looked on starting to cry,
The bottle was dry: No more dye!

The trees are gone, last seed rotted
Years have passed-nothings been spotted,
I burnt the trees to watch the smoke,
Guess the Lorax can’t take a joke?

As for Christmas I stole it first,
The Grinch so mad about to burst,
Still I couldn’t give Christmas back,
So I stuffed the Grinch […]