No!

You’re a mean one, Mr Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
You’re as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch!
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel!

You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch!
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You’ve got garlic in your soul
Mr. Grinch!

I wouldn’t touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile
Mr. Grinch!

Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile!

You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch!
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk
Mr. Grinch!

The three words that best describe you
are as follows, and I quote
“Stink, stank, stonk!”

You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch!
You’re the king of sinful sots!
Your heart’s a dead tomato
splot with moldy, purple spots Mr. Grinch!
Your soul is an appalling dump-heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up and tangled-up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse
Mr. Grinch!

You’re a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandwich
with arsenic sauce!
Sauce!