If You Want To Get

Why Are They Sad And Glad And Bad? I Do Not Know, Go Ask Your Dad.

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.

Onward Up Many A Frightening Creek, Though Your Arms May Get Sore And Your Sneakers May Leak. Oh! The Places You'll Go!

And This Mess Is So Big And So Deep And So Tall, We Cannot Pick It Up. There Is No Way At All!

People Who Mind Don't Matter. But People Who Matter Don't Mind.