You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're 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 got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 a half foot pole
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender and sweetness of seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch
Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile
Then he slid down the chimney,
a rather right pinch,
but if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch
He got stuck only once, for a minute or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace
flue, where the little Who stockings hung all in a row
These stockings, he grinched, are the first things to go.
Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant around
the whole room and he took every present and he stuffed them in bags
Then the Grinch very nimbly stuffed all the bags one by one up the
chimney, then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with
glee. Now, grinned the Grinch, I willl stuff up the trees
You're a vile 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 quote
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch