Seuss fans never frown; the works set them all aquiver.
The fun quotient’s always high; Mr. Geisel could deliver.
The books can make them laugh-crazy, such that they are gasping for air.
Sometimes pants are peed—no outrage, because soon they will be drier.
Better than watching “Old Yeller,” which can make you cry and whimper.
And your affect my go way limp.
The antidote is a Cat purr, a Cat with a hat for cover.

You would rather laugh and giggle, not get in a tragic bind,
though the Cat seems untrustworthy
until he reveals that he is really kind.

Yes, Theodore gained their favor when he wrought as the “Seuss” author.
He had spent a long time writing, and the results had much power.
He wrote a book ’bout Horton, with a special kind of hearing.
At hearing Who’s he’s no failure, even if he couldn’t see them.
Their sounds perhaps unspoken. When he heard, his friends were gropin’
to be like Horton yeomen—they thanked him after all that he had shown.

They would rather laugh and giggle, not get in a panicked bind,
because Horton was trustworthy.
Like the Cat, he reveals that he’s really kind.

Now Seuss fans in the land read ink, of which there’s a river.
They’re swearing that they’re tethered to a literary bounty.
They have fun reading the funny works with much invented jargon.
They will show you all their books with illustrative word power
and say, “These books fill a real need to keep children from the boring.”
Sometimes they hold this above a curriculum with the prospects that they’ll snore ever.

They would rather laugh and giggle…not an academic bind,
though their teachers are trustworthy,
their rote recitation can dull the mind.