In the land once filled with green
Where the trees danced, wild and free
Came a voice that cried in despair
Saying, "Save the trees, handle with care"
The Lorax, a guardian so bold
With a mustache so strong and stories untold
He spoke for the Truffula trees
For those who couldn't peak
He would wait weeks
Oh, the Lorax who's voice so sincere
And, overcame the long lost fear
With the choirs humming underneath
His words take flight
Now you need the trees to be in light