You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
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Author: Dr. Seuss
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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
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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.
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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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You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
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You have termites in your smile.
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You have all the tender sweetness
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Of a seasick crocodile.
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Mr. Grinch.
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Given the choice between the two of you
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I'd take the seasick crockodile.
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You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
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You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks
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Your soul is full of gunk.
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Mr. Grinch.
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The three words that best describe you best,
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are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
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You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
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You're the king of sinful sots.
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Your heart's a dead tomato splot
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With moldy purple spots,
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Mr. Grinch.
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Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
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with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
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rubbish imaginable,
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Mangled up in tangled up knots.
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You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
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With a nauseaus super-naus.
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You're a crooked jerky jockey
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And you drive a crooked horse.
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Mr. Grinch.
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You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
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sandwich
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With arsenic sauce.
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You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
