when drips a little puddle
escaped from cocoa spoon
he sees inside the muddle
the lorax in his room
behind the wall a pip
and dance a veiny maze
this reflection that he sips
this awkward, curly gaze
a laugh so shrill,
a voice so near
a tummy far away
a love to nill
a sense of fear
a heart that does dismay
dry up the puddle might
and he will wipe away
his hopes and dainty fright
for maybe one more day
for deep down he knows
that lorax come undone
for deep conviction he goes
the safest route as one