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Bob Did you alter that one? It's not the version my son has. The moral of the poem is in his book that everyone is equal. The Sneetches finally discover that stars or no stars, all sneetches are worthy and all can get along. So even though McBean fleeced them (and there was no excuse for what he did) they gained something valuable out of the experience. My son recognised the moral straight away when he read the poem - I was dead chuffed! Angela

Belle You beat me to it! lol Jeanette

Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches Had bellies with stars. The Plain -Belly Sneetches had none upon thars. The Stars were a sign of riches and wealth, But were really so small, You might think such a thing wouldn't matter at all. But, because they had stars, all the Star-Belly Sneetches Would brag, "We're the freest Sneetches walking the beaches". With snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort "Jobs! They are for you Plain-Belly sort!" And whenever they met some, when they were out walking, They'd hike right on past them without even talking. When the Star-Belly Sneetches had frankfurter roasts Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts, The Plain-Belly Sneetches never had time, For they worked a job to get their next dime. The Plain-Belly Sneetches longed for the day, When they wouldn't have to work for their pay. Then ONE day, it seems...while the Plain-Belly Sneetches Were moping and doping alone thinking of the beaches, Just sitting there wishing their bellies had stars... A stranger zipped up in the grandest of cars! "My friends," he announced in a voice clear and keen, "My name is Sly-Dexter McMonkey McBean. And I've heard of your troubles. I know of your DREAM. I've heard you're unhappy. But I can fix that. I'm the Fix-it-Up Chappie. I've come here to help you. I have what you need. It's called Quick-Star and it works with great speed. And the products are one hundred per cent guaranteed!" Then quickly, Sly-Dexter McMonkey McBean Showed them his Quick-Star Dream Machine. So he showed the Plain-Belly Sneetches Their dream of walking the Beaches. He made them dream of Stars, Which one day would be thars, And the money they'd have to buy Cadillac cars. Sly-Dexter McMonkey McBean said "In just two to five for eight to ten Stars surely will be thars" "You want stars like a Star-Belly Sneetch...? Just buy these tapes for six dollars each week!" "Just pay me your money and hop right aboard!" Everything to know, is on this white board. Sly-Dexter showed them the great plan, That would land their feet in the sand. As well as the many great soaps, Which would buy their huge boats. "Now show your all Plain-Belly friends" said McBean "My wonderful Quick-Star Dream Machine" "Help your friends get Stars and you'll surely get yars" After many long years, the Plain-Belly Sneetches Were still not walking the beaches. They did the two to five for eight to ten, And still they did not have stars on thars Then said Sly-Dexter McMonkey McBean, "There is nothing more perfect than my Quick-star-dream Machine". "Your are not working hard enough!" "Just have hope it's all in the soap." "If you aren't getting your stars, Then it's the stinkin' in your thinkin' keeping you from yars" "Buy more tapes, Buy more books, Attend all my functions" cried Sly-Dexter McMonkey McBean So the Plain-Belly Sneetches paid their hard earned money, For McBean's Quick-Star Dream Machine. After all, no price is too high to be a free Sneetch walking the beach. All the rest of the year, while dreaming of the beaches, The Fix-it-Up Chappie kept hitting-up the Sneetches. Through the dream machine they raced round and round again, Dreaming of their Quick-Stars every minute or two. They bought tape of the week, Book of the month, And functions in far away places. They kept paying the money. They kept running through, No one had a clue! Then, when every last cent Of their money was spent, The Fix-it-Up Chappie packed up And off he went. And he laughed as he drove In his great car up the beach, "They will never learn. No. You can't teach a Sneetch!" "Silly Sneetches. The money is in hope

William and Ellen are the main recurring names in my family and I have real problems with them - especially as I also have several William/Ellen pairings at different generations. My ancestors even married people with the same few names!!!! Angela

"Soggy Muff McCave" he would have had a name to live up to. LOL. Belle.

Ha ha My hubbys name is Dave ! LOL ! Elaine x

I can sympathise with you. Maybe Dr Zeuss was into family research. i love his poems as did my children and Grandchildren. My family is full of recurring names, especially williams and johns. And i even have William masters on both sides of Tonys Tree. Ann glos

My 5 year old son is heavily into Dr Zeuss and used some of the money in his money box to buy a new book of poems today. One really made me smile - it was very close to home as I am struggling with a branch of my family where the same Christian name is used at least 4 times so far by the same set of parents. Anyway, its called "Too many Daves" and here it is for all the rest of you in the same position as me: Did I ever tell you that Mrs McCave>> Had 23 sons and she named them all Dave?>> Well, she did. And that wasn't a smart thing to do.>> You see, when she wants one and calls out "Yoo-hoo!>> Come into the house, Dave!" she doesn't get one.>> All 23 Daves of hers come on the run!>> This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves'>> As you can imagine, with so many Daves.>> And often she wishes that, when they were born,>> She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn.>> And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.>> And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.>> And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.>> And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinky.>> Another one Putt Putt. Another one Moon Face.>> Another one Marvin O'Gravel Balloon Face.>> And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.>> One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.>> And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.>> And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.>> And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt.>> And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt.>> And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate......>> But she didn't do it. And now it's too late. Names like this would really have made researching my tree a lot easier. lol! Angela