The second of March
and Friday to boot!
But another small thing
has me fixin’ to hoot.
It’s his day, you see,
the anniversary of his birth.
Few writers I’ve read,
could bring me such mirth.
He was a great one, I’ll say
still loved far and near.
And while sadly he’s gone,
his works keep him here.
He made up silly words,
like “sneetches” and “grinch”.
But noodling his point out
was always a cinch.
So on this hap-giddy day,
here’s something to do:
think Dr. Seuss thinks,
and then you’ll smile too.
