Every once in a while I sit down with myself asking,
‘’Once-ler, why are you a Once-ler?’’
And I cringe I don’t smile
as I sit there in trial asking,
‘’Aren’t you ashamed? You old Once-ler!
You ought to be locked in a hoosegow, you should.
The things that you do are completely in-good!’’
Yeah? But if I didn’t do them, then someone else would!
‘’That’s a very good point! Mr. Once-ler.’’
