Fox in Croc's

Mayhew’s face reddened, his fists clenched tight, His dreams were crushed, and he saw only spite. "You pompous old fool!" Mayhew roared with a shout, He lunged at poor Seuss, and the two tumbled about! Papers flew wildly, the desk gave a creak,

The secretary burst in, letting out a loud shriek. "Stop this at once! You’re acting insane!" But Mayhew just growled, "I’ve nothing to gain!" He grabbed his poor book, and he stormed out the door, Through the pink, green, and blue, he crashed to the floor.

Out of the tower, with a heart full of spite, He vowed to himself, "I’ll set this thing right!"