All right Shmoopers, if there's another place where you should be sobbing into a disgusting wad of tissues, this is it, though this time we recommend huddling under a bed because wow, does it look scary out there.
There are dark lumps! Dark lumps with leering green eyes! And a long road with so very far to go!
These rhymes and this illustration are pretty much the definition of what it means to be lost. Feel the fear.
And seriously, is no one going to water those trees? It's called a watering can. Help a Shmooper out.
Stop. Rhyme it to me now. There Seuss goes again, rhyming "chance" and "pants". What a hoot. Personally, we think "Chance Pants: By the Doc" would make a great merchandising opportunity, but who are we to make those kinds of business decisions for the Seuss family?