Seuss on the Brain

I catch what I hatch,
And fetch what I snatch.
There's too much in this batch.
Too big a hole to patch.
So best fasten the latch,
Lest we all meet our match.

The letch lurches in the dark.
The leaches storm the beaches,
Until the battle breaches,
Our hearts and homes and reaches,
Our souls and doth beseech
That the world must now bequeath:

Freedom.