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You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. |
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You really are a heel. |
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You're as cuddly as a cactus, |
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You're as charming as an eel, |
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Mr. Grinch. |
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You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. |
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You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. |
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Your heart's an empty hole. |
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Your brain is full of spiders. |
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You've got garlic in your soul, Mr Grinch. |
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I wouldn't touch you with a |
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Thirty-nine and a half foot pole. |
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"All I need is a reindeer..." |
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So he took his dog Max and he took some black thread |
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And he tied a big horn on top of his head. |
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Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!" |
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And the sleigh started down |
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Toward the homes where the Whos |
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Lay a-snooze in their town. |
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"This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissed |
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And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. |
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Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. |
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But if Santa Claus could do it, then so could the Grinch. |
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Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, |
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Around the whole room, and he took every present! |
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Pop guns! (?), Cookies! And Drums! |
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Checkerboards! Missile-beans! Popcorn! And plums! |
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And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, |
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Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! |
