That was long, long ago
But each day since that day
I've sat here and worried
and worried away.
Through the years while my buildings
have fallen apart,
I've worried about it
with all my heart.

"But now," says the Once'Ler,
"Now that you’re here,
the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.
UNLESS someone like you
cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better.
It's not.

"So...
Catch!" Calls the Once'Ler.
He let's something fall.
"It's a Truffula seed.
It's the last one of all!
You're in charge of the last of the Truffle seeds.
And the Truffula Trees are what everyone needs.
Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.
Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.
Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.
Then the Lorax
and his friends
may come back."