Joanna's Dr. Seuss Poem

The Lorax Comes Back

There I stood, I look at my hand, and gazed among the rocks and sand.
In search of soil or dirt and stuff, in search of a place with no muff.
Then there I spotted a patch of light, and planted my seed there, I waited for a sight,.
Immediately a sprout began to grow, I waited a while longer, it was no larger than my toe.
I watched every day for an improvement, but the sprout showed no movement.
A week later the sprout shot up, and there grew some Truffula tuff.
"A Truffula tree!" I cried with glee as Truffula fruits gave a tinglee-dee.
Then the Truffula forest came to my brain, and I gathered the seeds as fast as rain.
A forest I made! As the sky opened up, grass grewto a grassy glade. Then from a distance, I spotted something lining up. It was the Brown-Bar-Ba-Looks, all wearing a hack, and the Lorax and all his friends came back.