Adults Are Obsolete Children.

The Words In This Book Are All Phooey. When You Say Them, Your Lips Will Make Slips And Back Flips And Your Tongue May End Up In Saint Looey!

Step With Care And Great Tact. And Remember Life's A Great Balancing Act.

I Am The Lorax! I Speak For The Trees, Which You Seem To Be Chopping As Fast As You Please; But I Also Speak For The Brown Barbaloots, Who Frolicked And Played In Their Barbaloot Suits, Happily Eating Truffula Fruits. Now, Since You've Chopped The Trees To The Ground There's Not Enough Truffula Fruit To Go 'round! And My Poor Barbaloots Are All Feeling The Crummies Because They Have Gas, And No Food, In Their Tummies.

Words And Pictures Are Yin And Yang. Married, They Produce A Progeny More Interesting Than Either Parent.

The News Just Came In From The County Of Keck That A Very Small Bug By The Name Of Van Vleck Is Yawning So Wide You Can Look Down His Neck. This May Not Seem Very Important, I Know, But It Is, So I'm Bothering Telling You So.