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