| You really are a heel. | 
| You’re as cuddly as a cactus, | 
| And as charming as an eel, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| 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, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| 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, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| Given the choice between the two of you, | 
| I’d take the seasick crocodile! | 
| 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, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| The three words that best describe you | 
| Are as follows, and I «e, | 
| «Stink, stank, stunk!» | 
| You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch! | 
| You’re the king of sinful sots! | 
| Your heart’s a dead tomato, | 
| Splotched with moldy, purple spots, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| Your soul is an apalling dump-heap, | 
| Overflowing with the most disgraceful | 
| assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, | 
| Mangled-up in tangled-up knots! | 
| You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch! | 
| With a nauseous super naus! | 
| You’re a crooked jerky jockey, | 
| And you drive a crooked hoss, | 
| Mr. Grinch! | 
| You’re a three-decker sauerkraut | 
| and toadstool sandwich, | 
| With arsenic sauce! |