Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot…
In fact, for years now, it was all that they'd got.
You see, there's some facts about them you don't know—
like how every damn day they got 4 feet of snow
Or how each day they ate Christmas dinner—it's true
Every morning, there's presents, for me, and for you.
Or there would be, that is, if it weren't for the sick
disgustingly mean, evil tyrant—St. Nick.
"But how," you may ask, "did this all come to be?"
St. Nick is the bad guy? But G.R.I.N.C.H.ie roams free?
Well dear reader, I'll tell you—this story's a cinch
but you'll have to revise all your views on "The Grinch."