Oh, Greed-ler,
You were once a Once-ler like I.
Do you miss being me?
Is that why you cry?

Your success is biggering,
But your guilt is lingering,
And you know what you've done,
And why The Lorax is gone.

What do you think of, when you shut us away?
What do you hope to have one day?
No one comes by.
No one seems to remember.
Our house is reduced to crumbling bricks and lumber.
You boarded it up,
You stowed me away;
But I, your innocence, will gladly stay.

Even if years pass,
Even if there is no green grass;
Even if a tree never grows again,
Even if we're melted by acid rain;
I, at least, will protect your remorse.
I'll be here for you, for better or for worse.

Because I am you,
And you are I;
And we're stuck together
Until we die.