This book is to be read in bed.
I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny, but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.
Nothing is going to change, unless someone does something soon
Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke - my poor swomee swans, why they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.
Think! You can think any think that you wish.
If you want to catch beasts you don't see every day, You have to go places quite out of the way, You have to go places no others can get to. You have to get cold and you have too get wet, too.