ODE TO DR. SEUSS
by J.E. Fountain
On those days, rainy days with nothing to do
How he took me away, and I bet he took you
To whimsical lands and fanciful creatures
With stars on their bellies and other odd features
Yes the thinks I can think, thanks to old Dr. Seuss
And his tale of the Oobleck or a big hearted moose
Of foxes in sockses or odd colored eggs
Or a book about feet but not one about legs
Yes a book about feet is quite a rare feat
It's a feat I repeat and may never be beat
And the Lorax, oh the Lorax, not a word rhymes with Lorax
I couldn't rhyme that if I sat on sharp floor tacks
And the Whos I have wondered, were the Whos the Grinch hated
The same Horton heard or not even related
And the cat, that old cat, in the red and white hat
How could I possibly forget about that
Or those marvelous pests, thing one and thing two
Or Yertle the turtle, or fish red and fish blue
How I hopped on my pop, I hopped till he pleaded
I'm certain he wished that he'd not let me read it
To many I'm certain it seems childish prattle
But take heed and remember the Great Butter Battle
And now when I'm strolling down Mulberry Street
And I see something common, something not at all neat
I try to imagine what the Doctor might say
That a great wild adventure is but one think away
But he's gone now, he's gone, but never forgotten
To forget Dr. Seuss would be something quite rotten
So he lives in my heart and I'll always remember
Especially when rolls round the First of Octember
For though I never met him, I'd say he's my friend
And once that is said, all that's left is…The End
by J.E. Fountain
On those days, rainy days with nothing to do
How he took me away, and I bet he took you
To whimsical lands and fanciful creatures
With stars on their bellies and other odd features
Yes the thinks I can think, thanks to old Dr. Seuss
And his tale of the Oobleck or a big hearted moose
Of foxes in sockses or odd colored eggs
Or a book about feet but not one about legs
Yes a book about feet is quite a rare feat
It's a feat I repeat and may never be beat
And the Lorax, oh the Lorax, not a word rhymes with Lorax
I couldn't rhyme that if I sat on sharp floor tacks
And the Whos I have wondered, were the Whos the Grinch hated
The same Horton heard or not even related
And the cat, that old cat, in the red and white hat
How could I possibly forget about that
Or those marvelous pests, thing one and thing two
Or Yertle the turtle, or fish red and fish blue
How I hopped on my pop, I hopped till he pleaded
I'm certain he wished that he'd not let me read it
To many I'm certain it seems childish prattle
But take heed and remember the Great Butter Battle
And now when I'm strolling down Mulberry Street
And I see something common, something not at all neat
I try to imagine what the Doctor might say
That a great wild adventure is but one think away
But he's gone now, he's gone, but never forgotten
To forget Dr. Seuss would be something quite rotten
So he lives in my heart and I'll always remember
Especially when rolls round the First of Octember
For though I never met him, I'd say he's my friend
And once that is said, all that's left is…The End
© 2015
Joseph E. Fountain
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