Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes when that old-suisance Lorax came back with more gripes.

"I am the Lorax," he coughed and he whiffed. He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed. "Once-ler!" he cried with a cruffulous croak. "Once-ler! You're making such smogulous smoke! My poor Swomee-Swans... thy, they can't sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat."