What boy is that, with the wuzzle-worn hair? My Nurse! Come quick! There’s a Zowerling there!
(from below, popping out of a truffula bush) Shall I hear more, or speak I at this tick-tock? Her speech is all snergelly, but my heart goes knock-knock!
(waddling in with a tail and a snuffle) By my two-left-footed flunnel and fan, That’s Romeo, girl — a Montague man! And here comes a Tizzle-Topped, Grickle-gone feud! Hide your bonnet, my child — get un-Seussified, dude!
No feud in Seuss-ville, no sword and no shot! Just a Zamp-a-loodle and a Wickersham pot! So marry me, Juliet, fluff-bellied and true. In the land of the Lorax, I’ll Zizzer-Zaz-Zoo you!
