Even the truffula trees were cut down,
Used to make thneeds sold around town
Once-ler think of the trees,
What even are these thneeds?
Things that everyone must need?
Or the product of careless greed?
Once you see something is special,
You realize it's too late to save it...
Or is it?
We know the story
About the last seed,
And how maybe just maybe
We could bring it all back
The truffula trees and with them love,
Love for the trees
And love for the seas,
And even the buzzing bees,