Down in a land that was once full of cheer,
Where folks used to smile and hold neighbors near,
Something went wrong—oh, something went bad!
And now all the Whos in the land are quite mad.
The air is all smoky, the rivers run black,
The trains leap their rails, the bridges all crack.
The rich build up towers that reach to the sky,
While down in the gutters, the poor folk ask, “Why?”
The Sneetches once cared if their bellies had stars,
But now they just fight over money and cars.
The Zaxes stand still on their left and their right,
Each shouting and screaming, too stubborn to fight.
The Lorax? He left, said, “I’m done with this place!”
And flew to the moon to escape the disgrace.
The Once-ler, still grinning, keeps selling his wares,
And no one remembers, and nobody cares.
The cops all go BANG!, and the schools go BANG-BANG!,
The news shouts out horrors while cash registers clang.
The children all hide, tucked under their chairs,
While lawmakers argue and mutter dumb prayers.
The Grinch stole the Christmas, then Easter, then Fall,
Then bought up the government, debt, and the mall.
He sits in a mansion on top of a hill,
And laughs as he watches them fight for a bill.
“Oh, look at them go! What a marvelous show!
They scramble and struggle, but never say ‘No.’
They’ll work and they’ll toil and still barely get by,
While I sip my champagne in the clouds, way up high!”
The Who-folk all groan, the Who-folk all sigh,
They hunch in their houses and just get by.
And maybe one day, they’ll rise up and shout,
“We’re sick of this nonsense, we’re throwing you out!”
But until that day, the Greed marches on,
And the Whos in the land? They just keep keeping on.
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