Poem By A Star-Bellied Sneetch

I am a Star-Bellied Sneetch.

I have an elegantly long neck,

Beautiful white tufts,

And a pleasantly round yellow belly,

On which, yes, there is a small green star.

I didn't ask for the star, I was born with it.

I didn't ask to be treated better than anyone in the pre-McBean era.

I didn't ask to be treated worse than anyone in McBean era One.

Or better in McBean era Two

Or worse in McBean era Three

You get the idea.

I didn't ever give McBean any money to remove my star,

Because that green star is part of who I am.

But it's not who I am.

I'm a Sneetch who likes reading under a truffular tree.

I'm a Sneetch who enjoys cooking

No, not green eggs or ham, that's racist.

My specialty is actually potatoes au gratin.

They are delicious.

I'm a Sneetch who goes out to the theatre sometimes.

I'm a Sneetch who probably watches too much TV,

But hey, I'm only Sneetch.

I never claimed to be perfect.

I'm a Sneetch who fell in love once,

And it was wonderful,

And then it was terrible,

And then it was over.

I'm a Sneetch who fell in love a second time,

And so far it's going well,

But I've learned not to count your elephant-birds before they hatch.

I'm a Sneetch who has lived his entire life

With this green star on my belly

This small green star

Such a silly little thing

Over which so many Sneetches have made such a big deal 

And then some want to pretend like it's not even there?

I *am* a Star-Bellied Sneetch.

That green star is *part* of who I am.

But it's not *who* I am.