Today You Are You! That

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.

You Can Think About Red. You Can Think About Pink. You Can Think Up A Horse. Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

Once-ler! You're Making Such Smogulous Smoke - My Poor Swomee Swans, Why They Can't Sing A Note! No One Can Sing Who Has Smog In His Throat.

I Meant No Harm I Most Truly Did Not, But I Had To Grow Bigger So Bigger I Got. I Biggered My Factory, I Biggered My Roads, I Biggered The Wagons, I Biggered The Loads, Of The Thneeds I Shipped Out I Was Shipping Them Forth From The South, To The East, To The West. To The North, I Went Right On Biggering Selling More Thneeds. And I Biggered My Money Which Everyone Needs.

It Came Without Ribbions, It Cames Without Tags, It Came Without Packages, Boxes, Or Bags. Christmas Can't Be Bought From A Store. Maybe Christmas Means A Little Bit More.