I am the Lorax,

I speak for the trees,

But y'all wouldn't listen

And so I brought these"



His eyes fell on tree stumps,

His frame shook with rage;

He ♥♥♥♥♥♥ back the hammers

and moved to engage.



The thing about chainsaws,

So helpful with wood;

They can't do the damage

The mad Lorax could.



From distance, no less,

A mad glint in his eye;

Reloading and roaring

"You're all gonna die!"



Lead hit the pantoofers,

Punched holes in the floozing

As everyone scattered--

'Cept those who weren't moving.



The gunsmoke did billow,

Then slowly subsided,

As I saw the camp

From the hillside beside it.



And there stood the Lorax--

I heard it in passing--

He spoke for the trees,

And the trees were all laughing.