URGENT HELP: words needed for a Dr Seuss poem please?

I can't find out anything except it's in the book "I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today & Other Stories", but I was wondering if you could run to your library and get the book there?

I've never read that poem, so I'm not sure if this is accurate, but I found this on the net, I hope it helps:

A thing my sister likes to do

Some evenings after supper,

Is sit upstairs in her small room

And use her Thinker-Upper.

She turns her Thinker-Upper on.

She lets it softly purr.

It thinks up friendly little things

With smiles and fuzzy fur.

She sometimes does this by the hour.

Then when she's tired of play,

She turns on her UN-Thinker

An un-thinks the things away.

Well.......

One eventing she was thinking up

Some fuzzy little stuff,

And Sister sighed, "This stuff's all right,

But it's not fun enough.

"I've got to think up bigger things.

I'll bet I can, you know.

I'll speed my Thinker-Upper up

As fast as it will go!"

"Think! Think!" she cried.

Her Thinker-Upper gave a snorty snore.

It started thunk-thunk-thunking

As it never had before.

With all her might, her eyes shut tight,

She cried, "Thunk-thunk some more!"

Then, BLUNK! Her Thinker-Upper thunked

A double klunker-klunk.

My sister's eyes flew open

And she saw she'd thunked a Glunk!

He was greenish.

Not too cleanish.

And he sort of had bad breath.

"Good gracious!" gasped my sister.

"I have thunked up quite a meth!"

She turned on her UN-Thinker,

Tried to think the Glunk away.

But she found that her UN-Thinker

Didn't seem to work that day.

The Glunk just smiled and said, "Dear child,

You can't Un-thunk a Glunk.

Ask anyone. They'll tell you

That a Glunk can't be UN-thunk.

"I'm here to stay forever

In your lovely, lovely home.

And now, with your permission, dear,

I'll use your tele-foam.

"I'll call my mother every night.

It giver her such great joy.

She lives nine thousand miles away

And I'm her only boy."

"Long distance is expensive!"

Sister cried. "Get off that line!"

But the Glunk dialed Texa-Kota-Cutt

1-2-3-4-0-9.

"Hello, dear mother," gabbed the Glunk.

"I hope you're feeling fine.

And don't worry 'bout the phone bill.

It's all paid by a friend of mine.

I've just called you up to tell you

How I love you. Oh, I do!

And today I did some cooking

And I cooked some Glunker Stew.

Let me tell you how I did it.

You may want to make some, too.

"You take a cup of applesauce.

You add a pinch of straw.

You drop in fourteen oysters,

Seven cooked and seven raw.

You beat it to a frazzle

With a special frazzle-spade.

Then you pour it in a rubber boot

Half filled with lemonade.

Then you toss it in the mixer,

Where you spuggle it and spin it...

"Stop!" my sister yelled.

"This costs ten dollars every minute!"

"Money?... Pooh!" The Glunk just laughed.

"Don't think of things like that."

Then he said, "Now, darling mother,

Let me see. Where was I at?

Oh. You take it off the mixer

When the stew is nicely pink.

Then you add a hunk of something...

Hunk of chuck-a-luck, I think.

Then you chuck in chunks of chicklets.

Then you plunk in seven cherries.

And THEN you plunk in, Mother dear,

Three dozen kinds of berries.

"Now, Mother mine, please do this right.

Those berries that you're plunking...

Unless you plunk them with great care...

Will keep the stew from glunking."

"Stop! Stop!" my little sister screamed.

"It's not a funny joke.

My father can't afford this call.

My father will go broke!"

"Now, you keep still!"

The Glunk snapped back.

He kicked her in the shin.

"Don't you interrupt my mother

When she's plunking berries in.

"Now, mother, plunk one berry. Blue.

Now, plunk one berry. Razz.

What's that?... You have no raspberries?...

Oh, everybody has.

But, if you don't have berries, razz,

A Schnutz-berry will do.

You have a Schnutz. I know you have.

Now plunk it in the stew...."

And he went on talking berries

With his dear old darling mother.

He jabbered and he blabbered

One whole hour. And then another!

He talked three hundred dollars' worth.

My sister shook with fright.

"This Glunk might cost us millions!

He might jabber on all night!

My father will be ruined!

We'll be penniless! We're sunk

Unless I can Un-thunk him.

Oh, I MUST Un-thunk this Glunk!"

And that is how I found them.

She was standing there UN-thunking

... The Glunk still talking Glunker stew...

That Glunk was not Un-glunking!

Then I gave her

Quite a talking to

About her Thinker-Upper.

NOW...

She only

Think up fuzzy things

In the evening, after supper.

We read that on Monday during English. We were talking about how accepting nerds into society can benefit us and whatnot, then about how becoming a nerd can help us become successful. It was very boring

"Oh the things you can think!

I can think like a Thinker-Upper, only I wear pink.

Or maybe I can thunk like a Glunk.

It's very important to know how you think what you've thunk.