The Lorax
The Lorax
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. Its not. Mister!, he said with a sawdusty sneeze, I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues, And Im asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs He was very upset as he shouted and puffed Whats that THING youve made out of my Truffula tuft? Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. Its not. Catch! calls the Once-ler. He lets something fall. Its a Truffula Seed. Its the last one of all! Youre in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds. And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs. Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air. Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack. Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back. Now all that was left neath the bad-smelling sky was my big empty factory the Lorax and I. The Lorax said nothing just gave me a glance. Just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance. He lifted himself by the seat of his pants and ill never forget the grim look on his face as he hoisted himself and took leave of this place through a hole in the smog without leaving a trace and all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks with one word. UNLESS