I have not watched the video or cartoon yet, but I like the book and the song.
Daddy was at Pakistan over Christmas time last year. I missed my Daddy.
It was my favorite song last year. I wrote an e-mail to the radio station we listen to. I asked to hear The Grinch and dedicated it to Daddy. I wrote that my Daddy’s in Pakistan and he’s NOT a Grinch. Then I told how much I loved Daddy. Here’s the song!
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel.
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul.
I wouldn’t touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crockodile.
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: “Stink. Stank. Stunk.”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You’re the king of sinful sots.
Your heart’s a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
And you drive a crooked horse.
You’re a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.
Mr. Grinch, I hope you do not live around here!