From The Lorax
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 my wagons. I biggered the loads...

You´re glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed!
No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.
So I´m sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.
They´ll walk on their fins and get woefully weary
in search of some water that isn´t so smeary...

But now, says the Once-ler,
Now that you´re here,
the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It´s not.

SO...Catch! calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
It´s a Truffula Seed.
It´s the last one of all!
You´re in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and all of his friends
may come back.
- posted by dearsirsam @ 2:09 PM