My Shoe Is Off. My Foot Is

One Fish. Two Fish. Red Fish. Blue Fish. Black Fish. Blue Fish. Old Fish. New Fish. This One Has A Little Star. This One Has A Little Car. Say! What A Lot Of Fish There Are.

You Can Do Better Than This.” The Best Slogan I Can Think Of To Leave With The Kids Of The U.s.a. Would Be “we Can . . . And We’ve Got To . . . Do Better Than This.

So, Open Your Mouth, Lad! For Every Voice Counts!

You're A Monster, Mr. Grinch. Your Heart's An Empty Hole. Your Brain Is Full Of Spiders, You've Got Garlic In Your Soul.

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.