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the far end of town
where the Gckle-gass grows
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows
and no birds ever sing exceptn
old crows ...
is the Steet of the Led Lorax.
And deep i the Grickle-grass, some people say,
if you look deep enoug you can stll see, today,
where the Lorax once stood
just as long as it could
before somebody led the Lorax away.
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You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't kock at his door.
He stays i this Letkit, cold undet the toof,
where he makes his ow clothes
out of miff-muffered moof.
And on special dank mids ÐAugust,
he peeks
out of the shutters
and sometmes he speaks
and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.
He'll tell you, perhaps ...
if you're w  g to pay.

On the end of a rope
he lets down a U pail
and you have to toss m ffteen cents
and a nail
and the shell of a great-great-great­
grandfather snail.
The he pulls up the pail,
makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him
the proper amount.
Then he hides what you paid b
zWzyÐ his Snuvv,
his secret strange hole
u his gruvvulous gove.
Then he grunts, "I wl call you by Wsper-ra-Phone,
for the secrets I tl are for your ears alone."
Down slupps the Whisper-ta-Phone to your eat
and the old Once-ler's whispers are not very clear,
since they have to come down
through a snergely hose,
and he sounds
as Hhe had
smallish bees up his nose.
''Now I'll tell you," he says, with his teeth sounding gray,
''how the Lorax got lifed and taken away ...
It M started way back ...
such a long, long tme back. ..
Way back uthe days when the grass was stll green
and the pond was stll wet
and the clouds were stll clean,
and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out D space ...
one morg, I came to tis glorous place.
And Î frst saw the tees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!
Mle after mile i the fresh morg breeze.
Aqunder the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots
fsk about Wtheir Bar-ba-loot suits
as they played in the shade and ate Tr Frt.
But those ftrr:lThose fNr:Í
Jbc:r TÍd 1tzr1Í
Tmy life I'd been searching
for tees such as these.
The touch of their tufts
was much sofer than silk.
And they had the sweet smell
of fesh buttery milk.
I felt a great leapig
of joy Dmy heart.
I kew just what I'd dol
I unloaded my ca.
�aote&)  .lli d bU Û Mæ�.
¯1�ped dÛ ¯TRe with one cop.
A W gt skskl ud with gt speedy speed,
I tOok the soft t A I knitted Û Tlmeedl

"'Mster!'" he said with a sawdusty sneeze,
''Ï Ñ the Lra. I speak for the trees.
I speak for Utrees, for the tees have no tongues.
And I'm askng you, sir, at the top of my lungs"­
he was vcupset as he shouted and puffed-
'WboI'trbot1L y»u'rtæodreøIqæy T~gvIoIvµî"
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"Look, Lra" I said. ((There's no cause for alarm.
I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm.
rm being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed.
A Thneed's a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!
It's a shirt. It's a sock. It's a glove. It's a hat.
But it has e:brruses. Yes, far beyond that,
You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!
Or cms! Or covers for bicycle seats!"
The Lra said,
('Sir! You are crazy with greed.
There is no one on earth
who would buy that fool Thneedl"
But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.
For, just at that minute, a chap came along,
and he thought that the Thneed I had kitted was geat.
He happily bought it for three ninety-eight.
I laughed at the Lorax, "You poor stupid guy!
You never can tell what some people wbuy."
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"I repeat," cried the Lorax,
¨Ï speak for the trees!"
"I'm busy," Î told b.
"Shut up, if you please."
Ï rushed 'cross the room, and m no tme at all,
built a radio-phone. I put D a quick call.
I called amy brothers and uncles and aunts
and I said, "Lsten here! Here's a wonderfl chance
for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!
Get over here fast! Take the road to Nort Nitch.
Tu left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Sttch."
And, in no tme at a
in the factory I built,
the whole Once-ler Family
was working full tlt.
We were æ knittng Thneeds
just as busy as bees,
to the sound of the chopping
of Truffula Trees.
Then ...
Ohl Baby! Ohl
How my business did growl
Now, chopping one tee
at a te
was too slow.
So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hacker
which whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker.
We were making Thneeds
four tmes as fast as before!
And that Lorax? ...
Htdidn't show up æymore.
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But the next week
he knocked
on my new offce door.
He snapped, "I'm the Lorax who speaks for the tees
which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.
But I'm alsem charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots
who played mthe shade mtheir Bar-ba-loot suits
and happily lived, eatng Trufula Fruits.
"NOW ... thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,
there's not enough Truffla Fruit to _ 'round.
And my poor Bar-ba-loots are ægetting the crummies
because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!
''They loved living here. But I can't let them stay.
They'll have to fnd food. And I hope that they may.
Good luck, boys," he cried. And he sent them away.
I, the Once-ler, felt sad
as I watched them æ_o.
BUT ...
business is business!
And business must grow
regardless of cr  es in tummies, you know.
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I meant no hnI most tuly did not.
But Ï had to grow biger. 5obisgcr Ï got.
I bigcred my factory. Ïbigmy t.
I bigcred my Wns. Ï bi the loads
of UT « I shiped out. I was dpp@them forth
to the 5omTothe Ea«tTothe Wcstl Tothe North!
I went right on big ... semng more Tmc«.
And I bigcred my money, which eeryone needs.
Then agaiehe came back! Ï was fg some pipes
when that old-nuisance Lorax came back with ÖÛÎf gpes.
'`Ï am the Lorax," he coughed and he whiffed.
He sneezed and he snufed. He snargled. He sniffed.
"Once-lerl" he cried with a crufflous croak.
"Once-lerl 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.
"And so " said the Lorax
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"-please pardon my cough­
they cÛ ot live here.
So I'm sending them of.
"Where Wthey go? ...
Ï don't hopefuly know.
They may have to fy for a month ... or a year ...
To escape &om the smog you've smoged-up around here.
''What's men,"snapped the Lorax. (is dander was up.)
''Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glup.
Your machinery chugs on, day and night without stop
making Gluppity-Glupp. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.
And what do you do with this leftover goo? ...
I'l show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!
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No morc c they hum. for UgÑ wgnmmtd.
So I'm aeoding tem O. Oh, their fre is dteary.
Thcy1wl on their fns and get woefUly W
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And then I got mad.
I got terrbly mad.
I yelled at the Lorax, "Now listen here, Dad!
T you do is yap-yap and say 'Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!'
We , I have my rigts, sir, and I'm tellingyou
I intend to go on doing just what I dol
And, for your informaton, you Lorax, I'm fggering
on biggering
and ÜiLLL¥L
turning MORE Tta Trees into Thneeds
which everyone, EVERYONE, L1KIÖDL needs!"
And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack!
From outside uthe fields came a sickening smack
of æ axe on a tee. Then we heard the tee fall.
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Te Lra: said nothing. Just gave me a glance .. «
just gave me a very sacL sad backward glance .. «
as he lifted Ðcby the seat of his pants.
And I'l never forget the grim look on his face
when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole Wthe smog, without leaving a trace.
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And a that the Lorax left here Ð this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with the one word . . .
Wat:vctrba:meant, well, I just couldn't guess

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That was long, long @.
But each day since that day
I've sat here and worried
and worried away.
Through the years, while my bu
have fallen apart,
I've worred about it
with a of my heart.


"But now," says the Once-let,
"Now thatyo1're here,
the word of the seems perectly clear.
USS someone b you
cares a whole aWlot,
noÚg is going to get better.
It's not.
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"SO ...
Catch!" calls the Once-ler.
He lets something fall.
''It's a Truffula Seed.
It's the last one of all!
You're m charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.
And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Trufla. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it fom axes tat hack.
Then the Lorax
and aof his frends
may come back."


"UNLESS someone like you
LÛCÖ a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
-The Lra
`tatÌy lorty years :tgo, wDCn Rand(lm MOUw
firsr published Dr. Seuss's Tbt ¿×. it sent
forth a clarion cll-t industy and consumers
a likc:-to conserve the C'Mth's precious and fnite
00lUI8Ì IcS0U|fc$.³Dc mes_�age of rhis whimsical
yc·t gWCrlul mC resonat' toay more profoLndly
than ever. ÌD every LornVrof the world, we are ar risk
of lo$ing real-life Brown Bar-ba-loors, SwomeSwans, Humming-fish,
Truffula Trtes, qU the forests they all inhabit.
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