You're a mean one, Mister Grinch
You're a monster, Mister Grinch,
You're a vile one, Mister Grinch,
You're a foul one, Mister Grinch,
You're a rotter, Mister Grinch,
You nauseate me, Mister Grinch,
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mister Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mister Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mister Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Stink, stank, stunk"!
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato squashed with moldy purple spots, Mister Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of diplorable rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
With a nauseous super "naus!",
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mister Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
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