There’s a Hoo-Ha in Whoville
The thing is bright pink
And its stink is much stinkier than the stink from a Gink
Its color’s more vivid than you’d ever think
And when folks down in Whoville see it, they shrink
It makes the Whos’ eyes wide, but they give it a wink
It’s ingrained in their memories like indelible ink
And they love it so much, that they buy it a drink
They karaoke with it ’cause it can lip sync
And everything’s been in it, ‘cept the kitchen sink
Why the sight of that Hoo-Ha makes everyone blink
Some Whos approach it
While others will slink
Why, some Whos have easily been sent to the brink
But there’s nothing to fear, so don’t be such a grink
For, it’s surface is smooth as an ice skating rink
It’s more precious than gold, or copper, or zinc
When you tap it, it makes a sweet sound that goes plinkity-plinks
Or like balls played for tennis that go dinkity-dinks
And you could easily hit that, if your wand is like Tink’s
There’s a place for your missile,
A spot to heat sink
But don’t touch it, or people will think you’re a fink
Or worse, you could wind up a fink in the clink
Just imagine its softness, more lush than a mink
A void filled for the Whos
Like some missing link
It dresses up nicely
Like the prinkiest prink
So if you’re down in Whoville
and you spot the Hoo-Ha
Say “Hello!”, drop your pretense
But don’t drop your jaw
Just open your wallet, spend your money like Brinks
Because the Whos down in Whoville just opened Hoo-Ha Incs.
And it’s been really lucrative
More than you’d ever think
Consider this H00-Ha a slam dunk
Schwink!
Ha! Glad my kids are past the Dr Seuss age, cause I’d have a hard time keeping this out of my head when reading to them.
I see poet laureate in your future!