Onceler
The Onceler spoke of swaying trees
Out there in the gentle breeze
Alone amidst a world of thneeds
Waiting for a chance to feed
He whispered down his wishing well
Away from those he feared would tell
Before he leapt and swiftly fell
Instead of running �round pell-mell
He said there was a stirring pain
For every time he played the game
Falling -ded- would not bring shame
To stop the smiles and daily feign
But so he passed, without a trace
No fear to fall or fill a face
A mark, a stain, without a place
Abandoned out beyond the race
The Onceler fell, I knew before
He couldn�t take just being poor
The weakling�s route, a mewling�s roar
Just quickly left out the back door
His message drifted round and round
Until it settled on the ground
To sit and wait til it be found
A lonely, drifting, subtle sound
And to this day it�s sat and rot
A victim of �I just forgot�
Wasted, useless, all for naught
Away from those he should have fought
He is the onceler, he had his day
Nobody cares about his bray
If you sit and alowly pray
You�ll hear him shout about his day
I am the onceler, I do live twice
Don�t be an ass, I�ll give you lice