Commence you all here, with a “hwaet” and a “hark”!
The Second of March, in Nineteen-Oh-Two
– A day the fish mark,
And the Grinches still rue –
Is auspicious for being a good natal day,
For an infant that morn in a wood cradle lay.
His humor was quirky
And his vocab was vast,
His rhythm was perky
And his art, unsurpassed!
His creations have taken a place on our shelves,
Imaginations were wakened within all ourselves.
He liked to enthuse,
With insight quite spry,
And proclaim to the Whos,
“What ho! I am I!”
With whimsy and meter his books were imbued;
His stories stayed lively and witty and true,
– With feline or moose! –
As up we all grew.
And so, Dr. Seuss,