In response to: street trees posted by MKJ on August 19, 1997 at 17:53:47:
I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. All trees. Trees in the park, trees in the forrest, we don't want the fewest, we want the morest.
The world needs more trees, wherever they sprout. And less rats like you, there's too many about.
Who is important in the big wheel of life? A beautiful Elm, your fat ugly wife?
The trees make the air and sippy sap sappy. You just make turds, and green world unhappy.
Your foresite is short, and your morals are few,
and you think the whole world should revolve around you.
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees, and you spell disaster, like a crotch rot disease.
To a treeless hell you may go in a basket,
And you'll probably kill a tree for a casket.
We could make the planet lovely, filled with trees and wavy grass,
When we bury humans upside down with acorns up their ass.
I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.