Вступление:
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
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You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
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You're a bad banana with a
Greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
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Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
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I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
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You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.
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Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
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You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.
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The three words that best describe you,
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are as follows,
And I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
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You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's a dead tomato,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
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overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
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With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.
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You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.