[Narration]
Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot.
But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville did not!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.

It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.

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 stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Whos,

Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town,

For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath
Was busy now hanging a hollywho wreath.

"And they're hanging their stockings," he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"

Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I must find some way to keep Christmas from coming!
For, tomorrow, I know all those Who girls and boys
Will wake bright and early. They'll rush for their toys!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There's one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

And they'll shriek squeaks and squeals racing round on their wheels.
They'll dance with Jing-Tinglers tied onto their heels.

They'll blow their Floo-Floobers.
They'll bang their Tah-Tinkers.
They'll blow their Who-Hoobers.
They'll bang their Gah-Ginkers.

They'll beat their Trum-Tookers.
They'll slam their Sloo-Slonkers.

They'll beat their Blum-Blookers.
They'll wham their Who-Wonkers.

And they'll play noisy games like Zoo Zitta Ka Zay...
A roller-skate type of lacrosse and croquet.

And then they'll make earsplitting noises deluxe
On their great big Electro Who-Cardio Shluxe.
Then the Whos, young and old, will sit down to a feast.
And they'll feast, and they'll feast.
And they'll feast, feast, feast.

They'll feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.
Oh, roast beast is a feast I can't stand in the least.

And then they'll do something I hate most of all.
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small...
Will stand close together with Christmas bells ringing.
They'll stand hand in hand, and those Whos will start singing.