Echo & the Bunnymen & Glasvegas @ Radio City, NYC -

[blinkilite]

Mac didn't even go to the Radio City after party in the downstairs bar, either.

he probably heard that the drinks weren't free

[Red]

it was really boring anyway....... zzz

[Seven Seas]

1) Whom here went to the Beauty Bar & how was it? Was that known as "the official after-party"?

2) Red, would you be considered their oldest fan? You've met all of them, right? Just curious....

3) Whom here met them? Just asking... It would be interesting to see who's met Les and Pete obviously.

4) Has Mac EVER went to an after-party and/or meet-up?

5) This is a DUMB question but, I don't care, I'll ask it...is there ANY possibility that Les might come & play in Liverpool?

[withahip]

2) Red, would you be considered their oldest fan?

Oh no you didn't!!!
I just spit up my coffee. I'm not even a female and I know better than that!


How could a 35 year old be their oldest fan!?!?!?!?

[Epsilon]

Let the games begin...

[blinkilite]

1) Whom here went to the Beauty Bar & how was it? Was that known as "the official after-party"?

from here: me, red, rusty, violets, nano (and his wife), archivistmgc (and her husband), zabird, jo phantastic and maybe a few others that i didn't see... the band: Will, Ste, Paul, Gordy, maybe Nick too...

2) Red, would you be considered their oldest fan? You've met all of them, right? Just curious....
oh no you di'in't LOL
red has been following the band since the early 80s. but she's definitely not the oldest, or the fan who's been "following them the longest".

3) Whom here met them? Just asking... It would be interesting to see who's met Les and Pete obviously.
i've met Will and Ste and Paul and Nick. i think i said hello to Simon too back when he was with them. but then i've only been going to recent shows.

4) Has Mac EVER went to an after-party and/or meet-up?
i'm sure he has. but not that i've seen in recent years.

5) This is a DUMB question but, I don't care, I'll ask it...is there ANY possibility that Les might come & play in Liverpool?
i highly doubt that he would. he's put away the bass for good, from what i hear.

[Epsilon]

Blinkilite, you have the patience of an angel.

[Red]

Oh no you didn't!!!
I just spit up my coffee. I'm not even a female and I know better than that!


How could a 35 year old be their oldest fan!?!?!?!?

hey! i'm 29 thank you!!!!




seriously, no. Tomo saw them at Eric's. he's their oldest fan that i am aware of. others may have liked them that far back too...but i don't know anyone else that saw them at Eric's!

[Red]

ps -- yes, i have met Les (many times) and Pete (twice). both fantastically nice people! i really miss Les not being around. him and Will used to be so much fun together.

i think Mac has gone to a few after show parties that i heard of, but not too often, and not recently. most times, as i said earlier, he stays in the dressing room. i'm not sure if he ever attended one of Will's DJ sets. he hasn't been to any of the ones he's had here that i've been to, or the few in the UK i've been to. but that doesn't mean he hasn't coz obviously i haven't been to them all. you'd usually hear about it though if he did.

Mac never goes to the pre-show meets tho. Will does, quite often. Peasy told me in NYC the other night that he and Will wanted to come to the RAH meet, but they didn't know where it was. bummer. i told him it was on the forum! hahahaa but it was a rather out of plain view pub. i remember someone else telling us they had a hard time finding it.

and seriously, no, i highly doubt that Les will go to the Echo Arena if he didn't go to RAH. i'm sure RAH would be a much more tempting venue for him to return to! there's been no mention of it.

[Seven Seas]

Red,

I hope you didn't think I meant to insult you. I should've re-worded my post in stating that, were you their oldest FOLLOWING fan.

Thanks too, Blinkilite, for pointing that out.

As for the past w/ Ian & the after-parties, I would guess he probably attended them but, life changes for people so, I can see why he "moved on". I think it is cool though that Will & the rest of the members try to make an effort at least to see their fans that support them as musicians & people.

As for Les, I will be honest here....he & Will are my favorite members in the band. I believe we ALL have our "favorites" too but, that's really immaterial. No offense to Pete or Ian but, that's what I feel. It would've been GREAT if he just made special appearances at all 3 of the gigs to celebrate their 30 years together. I guess I'm wishful thinking in regards to the Liverpool gig b/c, knowing it's the same month as their 30 years together in their hometown, I just have this wishful thought. LOL

As for meeting members, because I didn't re-set my mind back on them until 2005, I really missed a lot of opportunities back then however, I can honestly admit, I have been a fan since I was 12 & I'm going to be 35, 10/18 so, that is some standing even though, I did follow stupid teenage trends & lose "contact". It would be fun to meet them just to shake their hand, say thanks for their musical inspiration & maybe share a drink.

It's interesting to note whom here has actually met some of the members though...

Well, we'll see how the Liverpool gig goes. I don't care, press charges against me, I'm bringing a camera in...I am ticked I didn't take it in to the RAH & RCMH's gigs...that was definetly stupidity on my part b/c over being overly boring & responsible (if you people only knew the robotics & lack of emotionalism here & how it reflects on people).

Here's hoping that everyone stays safe from harm & November comes soon...cheers.

PS: If anyone has any updated information on receiving their tickets to the Liverpool gig or a possibility of some sort of party/meet-up please, PM me. Thank you.

[Red]

Red,

I hope you didn't think I meant to insult you. I should've re-worded my post in stating that, were you their oldest FOLLOWING fan.

Thanks too, Blinkilite, for pointing that out.

As for the past w/ Ian & the after-parties, I would guess he probably attended them but, life changes for people so, I can see why he "moved on". I think it is cool though that Will & the rest of the members try to make an effort at least to see their fans that support them as musicians & people.

As for Les, I will be honest here....he & Will are my favorite members in the band. I believe we ALL have our "favorites" too but, that's really immaterial. No offense to Pete or Ian but, that's what I feel. It would've been GREAT if he just made special appearances at all 3 of the gigs to celebrate their 30 years together. I guess I'm wishful thinking in regards to the Liverpool gig b/c, knowing it's the same month as their 30 years together in their hometown, I just have this wishful thought. LOL

As for meeting members, because I didn't re-set my mind back on them until 2005, I really missed a lot of opportunities back then however, I can honestly admit, I have been a fan since I was 12 & I'm going to be 35, 10/18 so, that is some standing even though, I did follow stupid teenage trends & lose "contact". It would be fun to meet them just to shake their hand, say thanks for their musical inspiration & maybe share a drink.

It's interesting to note whom here has actually met some of the members though...

Well, we'll see how the Liverpool gig goes. I don't care, press charges against me, I'm bringing a camera in...I am ticked I didn't take it in to the RAH & RCMH's gigs...that was definetly stupidity on my part b/c over being overly boring & responsible (if you people only knew the robotics & lack of emotionalism here & how it reflects on people).

Here's hoping that everyone stays safe from harm & November comes soon...cheers.

PS: If anyone has any updated information on receiving their tickets to the Liverpool gig or a possibility of some sort of party/meet-up please, PM me. Thank you.

i knew what you meant....i was just being a smart ass because withahip said i was 35, but i always say i am 29! of course i'm older than that, but i ain't saying any more!

is anyone else having trouble with this website not allowing you to highlight stuff to delete it? weird! ...didn't wanna include the entire post by seven seas, but can't highlight anything more than one word to remove it. anyway....

someone posted somewhere that the Echo Arena won't be mailing the tickets out until 2 weeks before the show. if i were you, i'd call them and tell them you are travelling overseas and the tickets could possibly cross paths in the mail, and maybe they will either mail yours earlier, or hold them at the ticket office.

Red

ps - i thought adam peters would make an appearance on cello....that would have been an easier task to accomplish than getting Les back on bass......but that didn't happen either. seriously though, just put the thought out of your head and it won't be so disappointing when it doesn't happen.

[Frank The Bunny]

just put the thought out of your head and it won't be so disappointing when it doesn't happen.

Yeah... that's what I did about my Phoebe Cates fantasies back in the 80s - When Phoebe Cates married that Kevin Kline jackass, I knew it was over for Phoebe Cates and me.. the only thing that's allowed me to function for the last 25 years was to put Phoebe Cates completely out of my mind. I haven't thought of Phoebe Cates once since then. Pheobe Cates slowly coming up out of the swimming pool. Phoebe Cates shaking the water out of her hair. Phoebe Cates undoing her swimsuit to reveal her perfect...



Oh great...25 years of therapy down the drain... anybody got a tissue?

[JackT]

Whom Are You? - by The Whom

Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Well, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
I really wanna know (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Tell me, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccoughed
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Well, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh, whom are you(Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh Tell me, whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh Whom the fuck are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)

Whom are you?
ooh wa oo wa oo wa oo x11

Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?
Whom are you?
Whom, whom, whom, whom?

I really wanna know (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
I really wanna know (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
C'mon tell me whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh, I really wanna know (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?

Well whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
tell me whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
oh, I really wanna know? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
tell, tell me whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)

C'mon, c'mon whom? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh, Whom the fuck are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Whom are you? (Whom are you? Whom, whom, whom, whom?)
Oh, tell me whom are you (Whom are you?, ooo?)

I really wanna to know
Oh, I really want to know
C'mon tell me whom are you, you, you?
Whom are you?

[Frank The Bunny]

Shot coffee out my nose...
Someone wanna get me another tissue?

Seriously, a little therapy (in conjunction with prescribed medication in the correct dose) goes a loooong way.


Abbott: Well, Costello, I'm going to New York with you. Bucky Harris the Yankee's manager gave me a job as coach for as long as you're on the team.
Costello: Look Abbott, if you're the coach, you must know all the players.
Abbott: I certainly do.
Costello: Well you know I've never met the guys. So you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know whom's playing on the team.
Abbott: Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give these ball players now-a-days very peculiar names.
Costello: You mean funny names?
Abbott: Strange names, pet names...like Dizzy Dean...
Costello: His brother Daffy
Abbott: Daffy Dean...
Costello: And their French cousin.
Abbott: French?
Costello: Goofe'
Abbott: Goofe' Dean. Well, let's see, we have on the bags, whom's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third...
Costello: That's what I want to find out.
Abbott: I say whom's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know's on third.
Costello: Are you the manager?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: You gonna be the coach too?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: And you don't know the fellows' names.
Abbott: Well I should.
Costello: Well then whom's on first?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: I mean the fellow's name.
Abbott: whom.
Costello: The guy on first.
Abbott: whom.
Costello: The first baseman.
Abbott: whom.
Costello: The guy playing...
Abbott: whom is on first!
Costello: I'm asking you whom's on first.
Abbott: That's the man's name.
Costello: That's whom's name?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: Well go ahead and tell me.
Abbott: That's it.
Costello: That's whom?
Abbott: Yes. PAUSE
Costello: Look, you gotta first baseman?
Abbott: Certainly.
Costello: whom's playing first?
Abbott: That's right.
Costello: When you pay off the first baseman every month, whom gets the money?
Abbott: Every dollar of it.
Costello: All I'm trying to find out is the fellow's name on first base.
Abbott: whom.
Costello: The guy that gets...
Abbott: That's it.
Costello: whom gets the money...
Abbott: He does, every dollar of it. Sometimes his wife comes down and collects it.
Costello: whom's wife?
Abbott: Yes. PAUSE
Abbott: What's wrong with that?
Costello: I wanna know is when you sign up the first baseman, how does he sign his name?
Abbott: whom.
Costello: The guy.
Abbott: whom.
Costello: How does he sign...
Abbott: That's how he signs it.
Costello: whom?
Abbott: Yes. PAUSE
Costello: All I'm trying to find out is what's the guys name on first base.
Abbott: No. What is on second base.
Costello: I'm not asking you whom's on second.
Abbott: whom's on first.
Costello: One base at a time!
Abbott: Well, don't change the players around.
Costello: I'm not changing nobody!
Abbott: Take it easy, buddy.
Costello: I'm only asking you, whom's the guy on first base?
Abbott: That's right.
Costello: OK.
Abbott: Alright. PAUSE
Costello: What's the guy's name on first base?
Abbott: No. What is on second.
Costello: I'm not asking you whom's on second.
Abbott: whom's on first.
Costello: I don't know.
Abbott: He's on third, we're not talking about him.
Costello: Now how did I get on third base?
Abbott: Why you mentioned his name.
Costello: If I mentioned the third baseman's name, whom did I say is playing third?
Abbott: No. whom's playing first.
Costello: What's on base?
Abbott: What's on second.
Costello: I don't know.
Abbott: He's on third.
Costello: There I go, back on third again! PAUSE
Costello: Would you just stay on third base and don't go off it.
Abbott: Alright, what do you want to know?
Costello: Now whom's playing third base?
Abbott: Why do you insist on putting whom on third base?
Costello: What am I putting on third.
Abbott: No. What is on second.
Costello: You don't want whom on second?
Abbott: whom is on first.
Costello: I don't know.
Together: Third base! PAUSE
Costello: Look, you gotta outfield?
Abbott: Sure.
Costello: The left fielder's name?
Abbott: Why.
Costello: I just thought I'd ask you.
Abbott: Well, I just thought I'd tell ya.
Costello: Then tell me whom's playing left field.
Abbott: whom's playing first.
Costello: I'm not...stay out of the infield!!! I want to know what's the guy's name in left field?
Abbott: No, What is on second.
Costello: I'm not asking you whom's on second.
Abbott: whom's on first!
Costello: I don't know.
Together: Third base! PAUSE
Costello: The left fielder's name?
Abbott: Why.
Costello: Because!
Abbott: Oh, he's center field. PAUSE
Costello: Look, You gotta pitcher on this team?
Abbott: Sure.
Costello: The pitcher's name?
Abbott: Tomorrow.
Costello: You don't want to tell me today?
Abbott: I'm telling you now.
Costello: Then go ahead.
Abbott: Tomorrow!
Costello: What time?
Abbott: What time what?
Costello: What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me whom's pitching?
Abbott: Now listen. whom is not pitching.
Costello: I'll break you're arm if you say whom's on first!!! I want to know what's the pitcher's name?
Abbott: What's on second.
Costello: I don't know.
Together: Third base! PAUSE
Costello: Gotta a catcher?
Abbott: Certainly.
Costello: The catcher's name?
Abbott: Today.
Costello: Today, and tomorrow's pitching.
Abbott: Now you've got it.
Costello: All we got is a couple of days on the team. PAUSE
Costello: You know I'm a catcher too.
Abbott: So they tell me.
Costello: I get behind the plate to do some fancy catching, Tomorrow's pitching on my team and a heavy hitter gets up. Now the heavy hitter bunts the ball. When he bunts the ball, me, being a good catcher, I'm gonna throw the guy out at first. So I pick up the ball and throw it to whom?
Abbott: Now that's the first thing you've said right.
Costello: I don't even know what I'm talking about! PAUSE
Abbott: That's all you have to do.
Costello: Is to throw the ball to first base.
Abbott: Yes!
Costello: Now whom's got it?
Abbott: Naturally. PAUSE
Costello: Look, if I throw the ball to first base, somebody's gotta get it. Now whom has it?
Abbott: Naturally.
Costello: whom?
Abbott: Naturally.
Costello: Naturally?
Abbott: Naturally.
Costello: So I pick up the ball and I throw it to Naturally.
Abbott: No you don't you throw the ball to whom.
Costello: Naturally.
Abbott: That's different.
Costello: That's what I said.
Abbott: you're not saying it...
Costello: I throw the ball to Naturally.
Abbott: You throw it to whom.
Costello: Naturally.
Abbott: That's it.
Costello: That's what I said!
Abbott: You ask me.
Costello: I throw the ball to whom?
Abbott: Naturally.
Costello: Now you ask me.
Abbott: You throw the ball to whom?
Costello: Naturally.
Abbott: That's it.
Costello: Same as you! Same as YOU!!! I throw the ball to whom. whomever it is drops the ball and the guy runs to second. Whom picks up the ball and throws it to What. What throws it to I Don't Know. I Don't Know throws it back to Tomorrow, Triple play. Another guy gets up and hits a long fly ball to Because. Why? I don't know! He's on third and I don't give a darn!
Abbott: What?
Costello: I said I don't give a darn!
Abbott: Oh, that's our shortstop.
Costello: (makes screaming sound)

[Frank The Bunny]

Horton Hears a Whom

On the fifteenth of May, in the jungle of Nool,
In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool,
He was splashing…enjoying the jungle’s great joys…
When Horton the elephant heard a small noise.

So Horton stopped splashing. He looked towards the sound.
“That’s funny,” thought Horton. “There’s no one around.”
Then he heard it again! Just a very faint yelp
As if some tiny person were calling for help.
“I’ll help you,” said Horton. “But whom are you? Where?”
He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there
But a small speck of dust blowing past though the air.

“I say!” murmured Horton. “I’ve never heard tell
Of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.
So you know what I think?…Why, I think that there must
Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!
Some sort of a creature of very small size,
too small to be seen by an elephant’s eyes…

“…some poor little person whom’s shaking with fear
That he’ll blow in the pool! He has no way to steer!
I’ll just have to save him. Because, after all,
A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

So, gently, and using the greatest of care,
The elephant stretched his great trunk through the air,
And he lifted the dust speck and carried it over
And placed it down, safe, on a very soft clover.

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice. Twas a sour Kangaroo.
And the young kangaroo in he pouch said “Humpf!” too
“Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin.
A person on that?…why, there never has been!”

“Believe me,” said Horton. “I tell you sincerely,
My ears are quite keen and I heard him quite clearly.
I know there’s a person down there. And, what’s more,
Quite likely there’s two. Even three. Even four.
Quite likely…

“…a family, for all that we know!
A family with children just starting to grow.
So, please,” Horton said, “as a favour to me,
Try not to disturb them. Just let them be.”

“I think you’re a fool!” laughed the sour kangaroo
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!
You’re the biggest blame fool in the jungle of Nool!”
And the kangaroos plunged in the cool of the pool.
“What terrible splashing!” the elephant frowned.
“I can’t let my very small persons get drowned!
I’ve got to protect them. I’m bigger than they.”
So he plucked up the clover and hustled away.

Through the high jungle tree tops, the news quickly spread:
“He talks to a dust speck! He’s out of his head!
Just look at him walk with that speck on the flower!”
And Horton walked, worrying, almost an hour.
“Should I put this speck down?…” Horton though with alarm.
“If I do, these small persons may come to great harm.
I can’t put it down. And I won’t! After all
A person’s a person. No matter how small.”

Then Horton stopped walking.
The speck-voice was talking!
The voice was so faint he could just barely hear it.
“Speak up, please,” Said Horton. He put his ear near it.
“My friend,” came the voice, “you’re a very fine friend.
You’ve helped all us folks on this dust speck no end.
You’ve saved all our houses, our ceilings and floors.
You’ve saved all our churches and grocery stores.”

“You mean…” Horton gasped, “you have buildings there, too?”
“Oh, yes,” piped the voice. “We most certainly do…
“I know,” called the voice, “I’m too small to be seen
But I’m Mayor of a town that is friendly and clean.
Our buildings, to you, would seem terribly small
But to us, whom aren’t big, they are wonderfully tall.
My town is called whom-ville, for I am a whom
And we whoms are all thankful and greatful to you”

And Horton called back to the Mayor of the town,
“You’re safe now. Don’t worry. I won’t let you down.”

But, Just as he spoke to the Mayor of the speck,
Three big jungle monkeys climbed up Horton’s neck!
The Wickersham Brothers came shouting, “What rot!
This elephants talking to whoms whom are not!
There aren’t any whoms! And they don’t have a Mayor!
And we’re going to stop all this nonsense! So there!”

They snatched Horton’s clover! They carried it off
To a black-bottomed eagle named Valad Vlad-I-koff,
A mighty strong eagle, of very swift wing,
And they said, “Will you kindly get rid of this thing?”
And, before the poor elephant could even speak,
That eagle flew off with the flower in his beak.

All that late afternoon and far into the night
That black-bottomed bird flapped his wings in fast flight,
While Horton chased after, with groans, over stones
That tattered his toenails and battered his bones,
And begged, “Please don’t harm all my little folks, whom
Have as much right to live as us bigger folk do!”

But far, far beyond him, that eagle kept flapping
And over his shoulder called back, “Quit your yapping.
I’ll fly the night through. I’m a bird. I don’t mind it.
And I’ll hide this, tomorrow, where you’ll never find it!”

And at 6:56 the next morning he did it.
It sure was a terrible place that he hid it.
He let that small clover drop somewhere inside
Of a great patch of clovers a hundred miles wide!
“Find THAT!” sneered the bird. “But I think you will fail.”
And he left
With a flip
Of his black-bottomed tail.

“I’ll find it!” cried Horton. “I’ll find it or bust!
I SHALL find my friends on my small speck of dust!”
And clover, by clover, by clover with care
He picked up and searched the, and called, “Are you there?”
But clover, by clover, by clover he found
That the one that he sought for was just not around.
And by noon poor old Horton, more dead than alive,
Had picked, searched, and piled up, nine thousand and five.

Then, on through the afternoon, hour after hour…
Till he found them at last! On the three millionth flower!
“My friends!” cried the elephant. “Tell me! Do tell!
Are you safe? Are you sound? Are you whomle? Are you well?”

From down on the speck came the voice of the Mayor:
“We’ve really had trouble! Much more than our share.
When that black-bottomed birdie let go and we dropped,
We landed so hard that our clocks have all stopped.
Our tea pots are broken. Our rocking-chairs are smashed.
And our bicycle tires all blew up when we crashed.
So, Horton, Please!” pleaded that voice of the Mayor’s,
“Will you stick by us whoms while we’re making repairs?”

“Of course,” Horton answered. “Of course I will stick.
I’ll stick by you small folks though thin and though thick!”

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice!
“For almost two days you’ve run wild and insisted
On chatting with persons whom’ve never existed.
Such carryings-on in our peaceable jungle!
We’ve had quite enough of your bellowing bungle!
And I’m here to state,” snapped the big kangaroo,
“That your silly nonsensical game is all through!”
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!”

“With the help of the Wickersham Brothers and dozens
Of Wickersham Uncles and Wickershams Cousins
And Wickersham In-Laws, whomse help I’ve engaged,
You’re going to be roped! And you’re going to be caged!
And, as for your dust speck…hah!
That we shall boil
In a hot steaming kettle of Beezle-Nut Oil!”
“Boil it?…” gasped Horton!
“Oh, that you can’t do!
It’s all full of persons!
They’ll prove it to you!”

“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!” Horton called. “Mr. Mayor!
You’ve got to prove that you really are there!
So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.
Make every whom holler! Make every whom shout!
Make every whom scream! If you don’t, every whom
Is going to end up in a Beezle-Nut stew!”

And, down on the dust speck, the scared little Mayor
Quick called a big meeting in whom-ville Town Square.
And his people cried loudly. They cried out in fear:
“We are here! We are here! We are here!”

The elephant smiled: “That was clear as a bell.
You Kangaroos surely heard that very well.”
“All I heard,” snapped the big kangaroo, “Was the breeze,
And the faint sound of wind through the far-distant trees.
I heard no small voices. And you didn’t either.”
And the you kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, neither.”

“Grab him!” they shouted. “And cage the big dope!
Lasso his stomach with ten miles of rope!
Tie the knots tight so he’ll never shake lose!
Then dunk that dumb speck in the Beezle-Nut juice!”

Horton fought back with great vigor and vim
But the Wickersham gang was too many for him.
They beat him! They mauled him! They started to haul
Him into his cage! But he managed to call
To the Mayor: “Don’t give up! I believe in you all
A person’s a person, no matter how small!
And you very small persons will not have to die
If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!”

The Mayor grabbed a tom-tom. He started to smack it.
And, all over whom-ville, they whomoped up a racked.
They rattled tie kettles! They beat on brass pans,
On garbage pail tops and old cranberry cans!
They blew on bazooka and blasted great toots
On clarinets, oom-pahs and boom-pahs and flutes!

Great gusts of loud racket rang high through the air.
They rattled and shook the whomle sky! And the Mayor
Called up through the howling mad hullabaloo:
“Hey Horton! Hows this? Is our sound coming through?”

And Horton called back, “I can hear you just fine.
But the kangaroos’ ears aren’t as strong, quite, as mine.
They don’t hear a thing! Are you sure all you boys
Are doing their best? Are they ALL making noise?
Are you sure every whom down in whom-ville is working?
Quick! Look through your town! Is there anyone shirking?”

Through the town rushed the Mayor, From the east to the west.
But everyone seemed to be doing his best.
Everyone seemed to be yapping or yipping!
Everyone seemed to be beeping or bipping!
But it wasn’t enough, all this ruckus and roar!
He HAD to find someone to help him make more.
He raced through each building! He searched floor-to-floor!

And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,
And almost about to give up in despair,
He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor
Discovered one shirker! Quite hidden away
In the Fairfax Apartments (Apartment 12-J)
A very small, very small shirker named Jo-Jo
was standing, just standing, and bouncing a Yo-Yo!
Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp!
And the Mayor rushed inside and he grabbed the young twerp!

And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.
“This,” cried the Mayor, “is your towns darkest hour!
The time for all whoms whom have blood that is red
To come to the aid of their country!” he said.
“We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!
So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!”

Thus he spoke as he climbed. When they got to the top,
The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”

And that Yopp…
That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.
And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?…
They’ve proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.
And their whomle world was saved by the smallest of All!”

“How true! Yes, how true,” said the big kangaroo.
“And, from now on, you know what I’m planning to do?…
From now on, I’m going to protect them with you!”
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said…
“…ME, TOO!”
“From the sun in the summer. From rain when it’s fall-ish,
I’m going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!”

The end!