Everything Stinks Until It's Finished.

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.

Preachers In Pulpits Talked About What A Great Message Is In The Book. No Matter What You Do, Somebody Always Imputes Meaning Into Your Books.

You Can Think About Red. You Can Think About Pink. You Can Think Up A Horse. Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

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

I Am Lucky To Be What I Am! Thank Goodness I'm Not Just A Clam, Or A Ham, Or A Dusty Jar Of Sour Gooseberry Jam! I Am What I Am - That's A Great Thing To Be!