If you want to catch beasts you don't see every day,You have to go places quite out of the way,You have to go places no others can get to.You have to get cold and you have too get wet, too.
You ought to be thankful a hole heaping lot, for The places and people you're lucky you're not!
The news just came in from the County of KeckThat a very small bug by the name of Van VleckIs yawning so wide you can look down his neck.
I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.
Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!'Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?'Which one do you think?'Bad Vlad?'Good call.
DayPlayWe play all day.NightFightWe fight all night.
Catch! calls the Once-ler.He lets something fall.It's a Truffula Seed.It's the last one of all!You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.Plant a new...
All those Nupboards in the Cupboards they're good fun to have about. But that Nooth gush on my tooth brush.....Him I could do without.
ASAP. Whatever that means. It must mean, 'Act swiftly awesome pacyderm!
Writing simply means no dependent clauses, no dangling things, no flashbacks, and keeping the subject near the predicate. We throw in as many fresh words we can get away with. Simple, short sentences...
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.
You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life's a Great Bal...
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up his mind
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!
Look at me!Look at me!Look at me NOW!It is fun to have funBut you have to know how.
I can read in red.I can read in blue.I can read in pickle color too.
Young cat! If you keepYour eyes open enough,Oh, the stuff you will learn!The most wonderful stuff!
You're off to Great Places!Today is your day!Your mountain is waiting,So... get on your way!
You can get so confusedthat you'll start in to racedown long wiggled roads at a break-necking paceand grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.The Wait...