1. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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2. Welcome, Christmas, bring your light.
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3. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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4. Welcome in the Who-ville night.
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5. Welcome Christmas, fah hoo ramoos,
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6. Welcome Christmas, dah hoo damoos,
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7. Welcome Christmas, while we stand
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8. heart to heart and hand in hand.
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9. Trim up the tree with Christmas stuff
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10. Like bingle balls, and whofoo fluff
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11. Trim up the tree with googoo gums
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12. and bizilbix and wums.
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13. Trim every blessed window
and trim every blessed door.
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14. Hang up whoboohoo bricks
Then run out and get some more!
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15. Hang pantookas on the ceilings,
Pile panpoonas on the floor.
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16. Trim every blessed needle
on the blessed Christmas tree.
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17. Christmas comes tomorrow
Trim you, trim me!
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18. Trim up the tree with fuzzle fuzz
And bliffer bloofs, and wuzzle wuzz.
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19. Trim up your uncle and your aunt
with yards of whofunt flant.
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20. Every Who
down in Who-ville
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21. liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch,
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22. who lived just north of Who-ville,
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23. did NOT!
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24. The Grinch hated Christmas,
the whole Christmas season!
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25. Now, please don't ask why.
No one quite knows the reason.
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26. It could be, perhaps,
that his shoes were too tight.
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27. It could be his head
wasn't screwed on just right.
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28. But I think that
the most likely reason of all
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29. may have been that his heart
was two sizes too small.
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30. But,
whatever the reason,
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31. his heart or his shoes,
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32. he stood there on Christmas Eve,
hating the Whos,
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33. staring down from his cave
with a sour, Grinchy frown
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34. at the warm lighted windows
below in their town.
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35. For he knew every Who
down in Who-ville beneath
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36. was busy now,
hanging a holly-who wreath.
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37. "And they're hanging their stockings!"
he snarled with a sneer.
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38. "Tomorrow is Christmas!
It's practically here!"
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39. Then he growled,
with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
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40. "I MUST find some way
to keep Christmas from coming!"
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41. "For, tomorrow, I know..."
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42. all those Who girls and boys
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43. will wake bright and early.
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44. They'll rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise!
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45. Oh, the noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
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46. There's one thing I hate!
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47. All the NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
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48. And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals
racing 'round on their wheels.
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49. They'll dance with jing-tinglers
tied on to their heels.
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50. They'll blow their floo-floopers,
and bang their tar-tinkers.
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51. They'll blow their who-hoovers.
They'll bang their gar-ginkers.
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52. They'll beat their tram-tookers.
They'll slam their sloo-slunkers.
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53. They'll beat their flum-flookers
They'll whack their who-wonkers.
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54. And they'll play noisy games like Zuziva Ka Zey,
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55. a roller skate type of lacrosse and croquet.
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56. And then they'll make
ear-splitting noises deluxe
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57. on their great big electro-who-cardio-flux.
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58. Then the Whos, young and old,
will sit down to a feast.
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59. And they'll feast!
And they'll feast!
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60. And they'll FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
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61. They'll feast on Who-pudding,
and rare Who-roast-beast.
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62. Raw roast-beast is a feast
I can't stand in the least!
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63. And then they'll do something
I hate most of all!
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64. Every Who down in Who-ville,
the tall and the small,
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65. will stand close together,
with Christmas bells ringing.
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66. They'll stand hand-in-hand
and those Whos will start singing!
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67. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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68. Welcome, Christmas, come this way.
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69. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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70. Welcome, Christmas, Christmas Day.
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71. Welcome, welcome, fah hoo ramoos,
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72. Welcome, welcome, dah hoo damoos,
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73. Christmas Day is in our grasp
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74. So long as we have hands to clasp.
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75. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres...
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76. And they'll sing!
And they'll sing!
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77. And they'll SING!
SING! SING! SING!
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78. And the more the Grinch thought
of this Who-Christmas-ing,
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79. the more the Grinch thought,
"I must stop this whole thing!"
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80. "Why for fifty-three years
I've put up with it now!"
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81. "I MUST stop Christmas from coming!"
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82. "... But HOW?"
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83. Then he got an idea,
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84. an awful idea!
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85. The Grinch
got a wonderful, awful idea!
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86. "I know just what to do!"
The Grinch laughed in his throat.
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87. "I'll make a quick
Santy Claus hat and a coat."
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88. He chuckled and clucked,
"What a great Grinchy trick!"
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89. "With this coat and this hat,
I'll look just like Saint Nick!"
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90. You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch,
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91. You really are a heel.
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92. You're as cuddly as a cactus,
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93. You're as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch.
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94. You're a bad banana
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95. With a greasy black peel.
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96. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
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97. Your heart's an empty hole.
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98. Your brain is full of spiders,
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99. You've got garlic in your soul,
Mr. Grinch.
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100. I wouldn't touch you with a
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101. thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
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102. "All I need is a reindeer..."
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103. The Grinch looked around.
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104. But since reindeer are scarce,
there was none to be found.
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105. Did that stop the Grinch?
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106. The Grinch simply said,
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107. "If I can't find a reindeer,
I'll make one instead!"
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108. So he took his dog Max
and he took some black thread
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109. and he tied a big horn
on the top of his head.
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110. Then he loaded some bags
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111. and some old empty sacks
on a ramshackle sleigh
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112. and he whistled for Max.
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113. Then the Grinch said, "Giddup!"
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114. and the sleigh started down
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115. toward the homes where the Whos
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116. lay a-snooze in their town.
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117. All their windows were dark.
No one knew he was there.
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118. All the Whos were all dreaming
sweet dreams without care
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119. when he came to the first little house
on the square.
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120. "This is stop number one,"
the old Grinchy Claus hissed
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121. as he climbed to the roof,
empty bags in his fist.
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122. Then he slid down the chimney,
a rather tight pinch.
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123. But if Santa could do it,
then so could the Grinch.
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124. He got stuck only once,
for a minute or two.
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125. Then he stuck his head out
of the fireplace flue
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126. where the little Who stockings
hung all in a row.
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127. "These stockings," he grinched,
"are the first things to go!"
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128. Then he slithered and slunk,
with a smile most unpleasant
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129. around the whole room,
and he took every present!
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130. Pop guns! Pompooners!
Pantookers and drums!
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131. Checkerboards! Bisselbigs!
Popcorn and plums!
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132. And he stuffed them in bags.
Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
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133. stuffed all the bags,
one by one, up the chimney!
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134. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch,
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135. You have termites in your smile.
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136. You have all the tender sweetness
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137. Of a seasick crocodile,
Mr. Grinch.
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138. Given the choice between the two of you,
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139. I'd take the seasick crocodile.
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140. You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
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141. You're the king of sinful sots.
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142. Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
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143. with moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.
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144. You're a three decker sauerkraut and
toadstool sandwich
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145. with arsenic sauce!
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146. Then he slunk to the icebox.
He took the Whos' feast!
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147. He took the Who-pudding!
He took the roast beast!
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148. He cleaned out that icebox
as quick as a flash.
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149. Why, that Grinch even took
the last can of Who-hash!
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150. Then he stuffed all the food up
the chimney with glee.
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151. "And NOW!" grinned the Grinch,
"I will stuff up the tree!"
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152. As the Grinch took the tree,
as he started to shove,
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153. he heard a small sound
like the coo of a dove.
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154. He turned around fast,
and he saw a small Who!
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155. Little Cindy-Lou Who,
who was no more than two.
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156. She stared at the Grinch and said,
"Santy Claus, why,
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157. "why are you taking
our Christmas tree? WHY?"
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158. But, you know, that old Grinch
was so smart and so slick.
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159. He thought up a lie,
and he thought it up quick!
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160. "Why, my sweet little tot,"
the fake Santy Claus lied,
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161. "There's a light on this tree
that won't light on one side."
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162. "So I'm taking it home
to my workshop, my dear."
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163. "I'll fix it up there
then I'll bring it back here."
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164. And his fib fooled the child.
Then he patted her head
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165. and he got her a drink
and he sent her to bed.
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166. And when Cindy-Lou Who
was in bed with her cup,
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167. he crept to the chimney
and stuffed the tree up!
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168. Then he went up the chimney himself,
the old liar.
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169. And the last thing he took
was the log for their fire.
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170. On their walls he left nothing but hooks
and some wire.
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171. And the one speck of food
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172. that he left in the house
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173. was a crumb
that was even too small for a mouse.
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174. Then he did the same thing
to the other Whos' houses
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175. leaving crumbs
much too small
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176. for the other Whos' mouses!
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177. You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
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178. with a nauseous super-naus.
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179. You're a crooked jerky jockey
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180. and you drive a crooked hoss,
Mr. Grinch.
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181. Your soul is an appalling dump heap
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182. overflowing with the most
disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable,
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183. mangled up in tangled-up knots.
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184. You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
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185. You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
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186. Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
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187. Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr. Grinch.
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188. The three words that best describe you
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189. are as follows, and I quote:
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190. "Stink, stank, stunk!"
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191. It was a quarter of dawn...
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192. All the Whos, still a-bed,
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193. all the Whos, still a-snooze,
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194. when he packed up his sled,
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195. packed it up with their presents!
Their ribbons! Their wrappings!
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196. Their snoof and their fuzzles!
Their tringlers and trumpings!
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197. Ten thousand feet up,
up the side of Mount Crumpit,
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198. he rode with his load
to the tip-top to dump it!
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199. "Pooh-pooh to the Whos!"
he was grinch-ily humming.
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200. "They're finding out now
that no Christmas is coming!"
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201. "They're just waking up!
I know just what they'll do!"
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202. "Their mouths will hang open
a minute or two."
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203. "Then the Whos down in Who-ville
will all cry BOO-HOO!"
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204. "That's a noise,"
grinned the Grinch,
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205. "That I simply must hear!"
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206. He paused,
and the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
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207. And he did hear a sound
rising over the snow.
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208. It started in low,
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209. then it started to grow...
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210. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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211. Welcome, Christmas, come this way.
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212. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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213. Welcome, Christmas, Christmas Day.
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214. Welcome, welcome, fah hoo ramoos,
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215. Welcome, welcome, dah hoo damoos,
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216. Christmas Day is in our grasp
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217. So long as we...
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218. But this...
this sound wasn't sad!
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219. Why...
this sound sounded glad!
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220. Every Who down in Who-ville,
the tall and the small,
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221. was singing!
Without any presents at all!
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222. He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!
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223. IT CAME!
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224. Somehow or other,
it came just the same!
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225. And the Grinch,
with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
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226. stood puzzling and puzzling:
"How could it be so?"
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227. "It came without ribbons!"
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228. "It came without tags!"
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229. "It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
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230. He puzzled and puzzed,
'til his puzzler was sore.
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231. Then the Grinch thought of something
he hadn't before!
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232. "Maybe Christmas," he thought,
"doesn't come from a store."
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233. "Maybe Christmas... perhaps...
means a little bit more!"
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234. And what happened then?
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235. Well... in Who-ville they say
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236. that the Grinch's small heart
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237. grew three sizes that day!
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238. And then... the true meaning
of Christmas came through
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239. and the Grinch
found the strength of ten Grinches
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240. plus two.
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241. And now that his heart
didn't feel quite so tight,
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242. he whizzed with his load
through the bright morning light.
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243. With a smile in his soul,
he descended Mount Crumpit
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244. cheerily blowing hoo-hoo
on his trumpet.
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245. He rode into Who-ville.
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246. He brought back their toys.
He brought back their floof
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247. to the Who girls and boys.
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248. He brought back their snoof
and their tringlers and fuzzles.
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249. He brought back their pantookers,
their dafflers, and wuzzles.
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250. He brought everything back,
all the food for the feast.
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251. And he...
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252. HE HIMSELF...
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253. the Grinch
carved the roast beast!
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254. Welcome Christmas,
bring your cheer,
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255. cheer to all Whos far and near.
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256. Christmas Day is in our grasp
so long as we have hands to clasp.
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257. Christmas Day will always be,
just as long as we have we.
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258. Welcome Christmas, while we stand,
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259. heart to heart and hand in hand.
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260. fah hoo ramoos,
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261. Welcome Christmas, dah hoo damoos.
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262. Welcome Christmas, while we stand
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263. heart to heart and hand in hand.
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264. Fah hoo forres, dah hoo dorres,
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265. Welcome, welcome, Christmas,
Christmas Day.
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