I am the Onceler, I speak for the thneeds, The humble tools that grow from Truffula seeds. I've come to tell you my tale of woe, And how I brought the Truffula forest low. But before a whiney speech about trees, I must state what makes me weak in the knees. It appears your beauty may fix my greedy heart, And maybe you shall mend the forest's sad depart? When I first saw you, it was like a dream, Strong enough to vanish my gluttonous theme. Now understanding true love, I have this to ponder: Will the Lorax forgive my past, or banish me over yonder?