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At the far end of town, where the grickle grass grows,
The sun was setting, the sky blazing rose.
As the moon was awoken,
My heart was still broken.
I opened a letter, which made it no better.
"Dear Once-ler," it read,
"I hope you're not dead.
I hear no one's seen you
in an awful long while,
but I just got this thneed,
and it made me smile.
It's a lovely light blue,
and it's just what I need --
A towel, a lampshade, a bike-seat, a skirt,
a book-bag, a scarf, a snood, and a shirt!
It came from this lovely local thrift store.
But why, Once-ler, don't you make anymore?
Sincerely and true,
Cindy Lou Who"
I set down the note
Which that earnest girl wrote.
The thneeds had been nice,
but at such a sad price.
I looked out the window
to the hills down below.
My spirit fell to the deepest of dumps
as I peered at the old truffula stumps.
I'd watched them for years with deepest regret,
and what had I done to make amends yet?
But a lonely old Once-ler can't bring back the dead.
"Maybe," I thought, "I should go clear my head.
I'll take a trip, a trans-Pacific cruise!
That's just what I need to fight off these blues."
I made up my mind, my resolve and intent,
And then I called up my travel agent.