“Mister!”, he said with a sawdusty sneeze,
“I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees.
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues…

“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!

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

 

from The Lorax, an excellent book by Dr. Seuss

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