The Lorax - Jamaican Accent
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
Caribbean (General) Jamaican (Patois)Transcript
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And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack!
From outside in the fields came a sickening smack
of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall.
The very last Truffula Tree of them all!
No more trees. No more Thneed’s. No more work to be done.
So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one,
all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars
and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.
Now all that was left beneath the bad-smelling sky
was my big empty factory… the Lorax… and I.
The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance… just gave me a
very sad, sad backward glance…
as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.
And I’ll never forget the grim look on his face
when he hoisted himself and took leave of this place,
through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.
And all that the Lorax left here in this mess
was a small pile of rocks, with one word… UNLESS.
Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn’t guess.
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 of 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.