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At The Far End of Town PDF
At The Far End of Town PDF
where the Grickle-grass grows and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.
and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it
blows He'll tell you, perhaps...
and no birds ever sing excepting old if you're willing to pay.
crows...
is the Street of the Lifted Lorax. On the end of a rope
he lets down a tin pail
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some and you have to toss in fifteen cents
people say, and a nail
if you look deep enough you can still see, and the shell of a great-great-great-
today, grandfather snail.
where the Lorax once stood just as long as
it could Then he pulls up the pail,
before somebody lifted the Lorax away. makes a most careful count
to see if you've paid him the proper
What was the Lorax? amount.
And why was it there? Then he hides what you paid him away in
And why was it lifted and taken his Snuvv,
somewhere his secret strange hole in his gruvvulous
from the far end of town where the glove.
Grickle-grass grows? Then he grunts. “I will call you by
The old Once-ler still lives here. Whisper-ma-Phone
Ask him, he knows. for the secrets I tell you are for your ears
alone.”
You won't see the Once-ler.
Don't knock at his door. SLUPP!!
He stays in his Lerkim, cold under the Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to
roof, your ear
where he makes his own clothes and the old Once-ler's whispers are not
out of miff-muffered moof. very clear,
And on special dank midnights in August, since they have to come down through a
he peeks snergelly hose,
out of the shutters
and he sounds as if he had smallish bees All my life I'd been searching for trees
up his nose. such as these.
The touch of their tufts was much softer
Now I'll tell you, he says, with his teeth than silk.
sounding gray, And they had the sweet smell of fresh
how the Lorax got lifted and taken away... butterfly milk.
It all started way back... such a long, long
time back...