Mad I am.
Why so mad?
Oh, you shall see.
You shall see, like one, two three.
You like the books by Dr. Seuss?
I don't, they said with no excuse.
I do not like his books at all
I do not like them in the hall
I do not read them in our schools
I think that they were made for fools
I do not like his racist tomes
I want to ban them from our homes.
Why, oh, why, I ask so peeved
Just look at all the man achieved
He spoke of Who's and little towns
He spoke of whites and reds and browns
Please allow them in your schools
I think they could be mighty tools.
No, they said, with ghoulish glee
We discourage reading his poetry
We disallow them in our classes
We do not think them good for the masses
We do not think they should be read
Next week we'll ban Mr. Potatohead.
You're silly people, through and through
What's good for students you haven't a clue
You ban Tom Sawyer and The Good Earth
Go ban the Bible, for all that's worth.
Your policies now just make me flinch.
You're acting like the lousy Grinch.
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