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And Now, Spade Racing Theater Presents: The Lorax

The story begins near where most stories end

In a big crumbling mansion up over the bend

Where a man called the Once-George, he sits in a chair

Alone, by himself, with nobody, nowhere

If you go to his mansion on just the right day

He'll tell you how open-wheel wound up this way


The sport, it was wondrous, fun-filled and fast

You could make lots of money even if you were last

With names like Andretti, Mears, Foyt, and Andretti

And they well overshadowed Gant, Earnhardt and Petty

A family business, this track, in Indy, the crown jewel

It fell to the hands of the Once-George, the fool


The Once-George had changes, he said on defense,

"If you'll listen my changes, they all make much sense!

More ovals, more drivers from the US of A

A new cheaper car that won't cost much to pay"

And while all that he said it did make sense, indeed

Everyone knew the real reason was greed


So he remade the schedule, he remade the car

He remade the series, he went way too far

There was no one to stop him, its like he was blind

The team owners felt like he'd kicked their behind

A split then occurred, all the stars on one side

On the other, the Once-George, with track and a ride


A war soon began, oh boy it was rough

For fans, to pick the right side it was tough

The tradition was there, but was it real Indy,

With drivers named Calkins, Lazier, Giaffone?

And the stars of the future, still stuck in the blocks?

They headed down south, to run in the stocks


But the Once-George was winning 'gainst the people he hated

He watched as the big time team-owners migrated

The other big series it started to fail

They hung in for awhile, until finally, BAIL

The Once-George came in and bought up what remained

And NOW it was time to go reap what he'd gained!


…but there was nothing gained, no--everyone lost

The original reasons for splitting were tossed

It was much as before, 'cept the fans were all gone

There weren't many sponsors, alas and anon

Till finally the Once-George's family shouted

"You've ruined us!", and then they voted him outed


Now the Once-George is a shadow, and simply aghast

Because, "…why didn't someone speak up in the past?

There should have been someone, something or another

To speak for the fans to myself or my mother

I would have listened!" is what Once-George says

But the truth is that greed clogged his ears up those days


And the truth is the creature who spoke for the fans

Was listening closely and filled up his stands

Sure people may mock him and call him a tool

But he'll never, no NEVER be a Once-George-type fool

The creature who speaks for the fans is still here

And the Lor-France don't care if you boo or you cheer