When you’re reading what I’m reading almost every night and day,
To your daughter, or your nephew, or your cousins Lou and Jay,
Your speech soon takes on a rhythm and a pattern and a play
That feels positively Seussish — and amuse-ish, by the way.
When you’re reading about Wockets and the Lorax and his trees,
When your child asks for one more book, then just one extra — please!
When your eggs and ham are green, and your cats are all be-hatted,
The words you think and say quickly become quite rat-a-tatted.
When it happens, and your talking quickly gets a bit more metered,
Don’t feel strife although your wife will likely soon become beleaguered,
Since your rhyming all-the-timing, and non-stop poetic chiming
Can become a bit annoying and send some blood pressures climbing.
Try not to overdo it, which is harder than it sounds,
Because once the ball gets rolling, it keeps going out of bounds.
But if you value family, and prefer a joyful life,
Keep your silly Seussish musings far away from your dear wife.