The Once-ler and President Oborax, Cont.

My added verses to the Once-ler talks to President Oborax:

President Oborax let out a load, “Harumph!”
“I’ve no time for legislation…
What I need is a triumph!”
The Once-ler shook his head
He’s a grouchy old thing
And then he turned bright red
And said, “I’ve thought of a Thing!”
“I’ve thought of a plan”
Grouched the grouching old Once-ler,
“You’ll WAC and not PAT,
Not PAT, but start WAC-ing!
Instead of consuming
Start thinking of shacking!
(“Living in a shack, instead of a palace?”
Interjected Oborax, his voice full of malice)
“Yes indeed!” Cried the Once-ler, “Change’s the word!”
“Change from looking at whether economy is booming
GDP as a measure won’t work—crisis is looming!
You can do it, I know that your voice has got clout—
Change the policies; tell everyone what life is about!”

The Once-ler sat back,
He’d done what he could
He’d told Oborax
About the Lorax,
The Shmoofala bushes and the Striped Shmala wood.
Now it was up to Oborax to take what he’d learned
And make a real impact
Although from some people he might be spurned.

Oborax went home to his house painted white,
He pondered and he thought
Then he sat down to write.
He drafted a letter, a bill of some-sort
The bill spoke of great changes
It spoke of a new type of sport
It spoke of life rearranges
No more needs! No more thneeds!

President Oborax wrote late into the night,
The candles were burning,
Wax dripped in the light.
He wrote until morning, and then wrote some more!
He wrote until he just couldn’t write anymore!
Then he stood up with his bill gripped in hand
He walked outside, and all across the land!
He strode to the land of the Truffula Trees,
And knocked on the door of the Once-ler he sees.

“Once-ler!” He yelled at the top of his voice.
“I’ve done it! I’ve got a bill I’m quite sure,
Will give us a choice!”
The Once-ler opened the door,
His glance was quite wary,
“Are you quite sure?”
Was the Once-ler’s query.
“Here it is!” Said Oborax,
Handing the Once-ler the bill.
“This might bring back the Lorax”
Said the Once-ler, “But still…”
“I wonder if perhaps he might be gone for good…
He left one day from where he once stood…
Will this be enough?
To bring back the Lorax?
Please tell me this stuff,
Oh President Oborax!”

He needn’t have wondered,
The grouchy old Once-ler,
For just as he pondered
Down floated a monster!
Or was it a monster?
The Once-ler looked closer
And together they looked, Once-ler and Oborax,
When what did occur
But down floated the Lorax!