For A Host, Above All, Must Be

The Storm Starts, When The Drops Start Dropping. When The Drops Stop Dropping Then The Storm Starts Stopping.

I Said, "i Do Not Fear Those Pants With Nobody Inside Them." I Said, And Said, And Said Those Words. I Said Them But I Lied Them.

You Ought To Be Thankful A Hole Heaping Lot, For The Places And People You're Lucky You're Not!

My Shoe Is Off. My Foot Is Cold. I Have A Bird I Like To Hold.

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.