With apologies to Dr. Seuss
Down in Who-ville
Loves the Energy Fair
When Whos get together
To vie and compare
Their energy use — their utility charges —
To see whose is smaller, Milton’s or Marge’s.
To win the grand prize (a bouquet of flowers)
A Who has to limit his kilowatt hours.
The Grinch who resided just north of the valley,
Burned tank-loads of gas — What an energy tally!
The Grinch hated saving! He shouted, “Who cares!
Global warming is good! I hate Energy Fairs!”
He hated the contest; he hated the season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason — his heart or his shoes —
He just hated the Fair and all of the Whos.
He looked down from his cave with a sourpuss frown
At the triple-glazed windows below in their town,
And despised every Who down in Who-ville below
With their dual-flush toilets (all super-low-flow).
“They’re swapping their light bulbs!” he said with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Fair Day! I hate that it’s here!
“Conservation is bad!” he exclaimed with a sigh,
“I must find a way to keep energy bills high!”
If a load isn’t needed, a Who pulls the plug.
To the Grinch, though, these Whos all appeared to be smug.
They limit their driving — they bike off to work,
With a smile that looks to the…