![]() ![]() The Whos create noise Out of music and toys And the odd things in which they’re engaged. Indignant, stiff-necked, and enraged, The kangaroo orders him caged. They finally trust that the mayor Is not just a foolish naysayer, But, as Horton leaves, He’s attacked by more thieves. He finds it at last, And the Whos are aghast That their world is much smaller than ours. ![]() The elephant searches for hours Through hundreds and millions of flowers. ![]() She sends out a vulture named Vlad, (Not the bunny, but he who is bad), Who steals Horton’s clover And then drops it over A clover field, flying off glad. ![]() As he goes on his trek, His interest in the speck That old kangaroo won’t excuse. Horton vows to protect all the Whos And guards them in ways that amuse. The mayor of Who-ville discerns Something’s wrong, and, from Horton, he learns They’re smaller than spit, So he freaks out a bit But is nervous to share his concerns. It turns out he’s correct There’s a town that might soon be a wreck. But Horton insists that the speck, Though it’s too microscopic to check, Has life to protect. A kangaroo, though, Says that he must let go Since this nonsense is just in bad taste. He grabs up a clover posthaste, And that’s where the small speck is placed. It must have a person, Whose bearing may worsen If some safer place isn’t found. An elephant picks up a sound From a speck that is floating around. ![]()
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