And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Release," he thought, "doesn't come from a sore."
"Maybe Release...perhaps...requires a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in Ohioville they say,
That the Grinch's small liver Grew three sizes that day!
And the scotch he drank didn't sap all of his might,
He whizzed his load through the bright morning light
