So I’d open each cage, I’d unlock every pen, Let the animals go and start over again. And somehow or other I think I could find Some beasts of some beasts of a more unusual kind.

“Grab him!” they shouted. “And cage the big dope! Lasso his stomach with ten miles of rope! Tie the knots tight so he’ll never shake loose! Then dunk that dumb speck in the beezle-nut juice!”

Oh dear, oh dear! I cannot hear. Will you please come over near? Will you please look in my ear? There must be something there, I fear. Say look! A bird was in your ear. But he is out. So have no fear. Again your ear can hear, my dear.

“My friend,” came the voice, “you’re a very fine friend. You’ve helped all us folks on this dust speck no end. You’ve saved all our houses, our ceilings and floors. You’ve saved all our churches and grocery stores.”

But those trees! Those trees! Those Truffula Trees! All my life I'd been searching for trees such as these. The touch of their tufts was much softer than silk. And they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk.

At our house we play out back. We play a game called ring the Gack. Would you like to play this game? Come down! We have the only Gack in town.

You can go by Bumble-Boat… … or jet. I don't care how you go.

Everywhere, creatures have shut off their voices. They've all gone to bed in the beds of their choices.

The turtles had everything turtles might need. And they were all happy. Quite happy indeed They were… until Yertle, the king of them all, Decided the kingdom he ruled was too small.

I wasn’t scared. But, yet, I stopped What could those pants be there for? What could a pair of pants at night Be standing in the air for?

She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why, "Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?"

He plays lots of bad tricks. Don’t you let him come near. You know what he did The last time he was here.”

There I was! With more Poozers than I'd ever seen! There I was! With my shooter and only one bean! There I was! And I thought, "Will I ever get through To the wonderful city of Solla Sollew On the bank of the beautiful River Wah-Hoo, Where they never have troubles, at least very few?

He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And that handy machine Working very precisely Removed all the stars from their tummies quite nicely.

The Mayor is there And he thinks it is grand, And he raises his hat As they dash by the stand.

But it isn't too good when a Moose and a Goose Start dreaming they're drinking the other one's juice. Moose juice, not Goose juice, is juice for a Moose And Goose juice, not Moose juice, is juice for a Goose.

The time has come. The time has come. The time is now. Just go. Go. GO! I don't care how. You can go by foot. You can go by cow. Marvin K. Mooney, will you please go now!

A very small, very small shirker named Jo-Jo Was standing, just standing, and bouncing a Yo-Yo! Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp! And the Mayor rushed inside and he grabbed the young twerp!

“OH, SAVE ME FROM THESE PALE GREEN PANTS WITH NOBODY INSIDE!”

We looked! Then we saw him step in on the mat! We looked! And we saw him! The Cat in the Hat! And he said to us, "Why do you sit there like that?" "I know it is wet And the sun is not sunny. But we can have Lots of good fun that is funny!"

I was tired. How I wanted to crawl in that bed! But the Wubble chap sent me away and he said, "Your troubles are practically all at an end. Just run down that hill and around the next bend, And you'll come to the Happy Way Bus Route, my friend.

No, it won't do at all… A zebra's too small. A reindeer is better; He's fast and he's fleet, And he'd look mighty smart On old Mulberry Street.

And suppose that you lived in that forest in France, where the average young person just hasn't a chance to escape from the perilous pants-eating-plants!

He stopped. And he stared. And he chirped, “Well! Well! WELL! What a smart place to build! What a great place to dwell! I’ve been living on trees ever since I was born, but here’s something new! Why not live in a horn!

You see, I was sitting here, resting my legs And I happened to pick up a couple of eggs And I sort of got thinking —it’s sort of a shame That scrambled eggs always taste always the same.

I can't blab such blibber blubber! My tongue isn't made of rubber.

From near to far, from here to there, Funny things are everywhere. These yellow pets are called the Zeds. They have one hair upon their heads. Their hair grows fast. So fast they say, They need a haircut every day.

And besides all of that, there are sixty-five rooms Just for keeping the Sweeping-Up-Afterwards-Brooms. Because, after your party, as well you may guess, It will take twenty days just to sweep up the mess.

Who sews crow's clothes? Sue sews crow's clothes. Slow Joe Crow sews whose clothes? Sue's clothes.