If the Lorax came back he would be very displeased
And all he could do is hack, cough, and sneeze
The Pollution in the air has turned the sky black
And all he could think about is how to get the Earth back
The Lorax once came and talked for the trees
And as far as he can see animals hide and wheeze
The trees have turned brown with a sickly glow
Garbage and trash have stopped the rivers to flow
Skies look black in the midday sun
He looks into eyes and sees that they are done
We've has seen the world in its best shape
And all they want now is to escape
The Lorax cried for his furry friends
"This will be the end!
If you don't stop this mess
This Earth can't handle any more stress!"
The grass is brown and the trees are bare
The Lorax thought to himself 'why should I care?'
So the Lorax says as he leaves with his furry little friends
"This mess you created I hope you can mend
For this is the last message we shall send"