• JOJO'S STORY:

    He’s a quiet, quiet soul
    But far from under control
    He’s the littlest Who, but the hero of the day
    He lights up your face when you’re feeling grey
    He’s a teenager with a plan
    So let’s go back where this all began.

    In the little town of Whoville, a place that I love
    A little boy came from above
    This little bundle of bundles indeed
    Was always destine to succeed
    This boy, Jojo
    My boy, Jojo

    Now this little boy, who will complete a great feat
    His father’s goals he just couldn’t meet
    His father rumbled and rambled and blabbered all day
    Without really knowing he was in the way
    Jojo didn’t want to be mayor, he didn’t want this as all
    And even if he was very small
    He would do great things, he knew this for sure
    He would do great things, exiting and pure.

    His father, very soon, had a little problem
    His world was on a flower on top of a stem
    And who was carrying this flower, why, Horton, of course
    Horton the elephant was the only force
    One small bump was a big bump down below
    But don’t blame Horton, because he didn’t know

    Now a mean, ol’ kangaroo, who didn’t know fun
    Wanted the flower and the spec to be done
    So trouble, and trouble, Horton was in
    And soon, even more trouble would begin
    That mean kanga, began to spread lies
    And soon poor Horton was in a cage and ties!
    What’s worse, the spec, the world of the Whos
    Was about to be boiled in a big pot of stew
    And no matter how much all of the made
    Nothing seemed to work, but still, they prayed

    This was the time, when Jojo’s father needed aid
    So Jojo ran off to the invention he made
    And with his father, watching close by his side
    Jojo unleashed his invention with pride
    The noise that came out was great and loud
    It was sure to penetrate the cloud
    So running as fast as the little Who could
    Jojo went off to where the rest stood

    But as loud as the loud that the loud maker made
    As loud as the loud that the instruments played
    As loud as the loud that all the Whos sang
    “We are here, we are here!” The voices rang
    But as loud as the loud that the Whos could make
    The clouds in the air just wouldn’t break.

    On top of the noises, his father said loud,
    “Son, my Jojo, you make me quite proud.”
    So Jojo, little Jojo, with a determined look
    Went all the way up to the roof’s little hook
    And then as loud as he could, the Who cried:
    “Yop!”
    And the mean kanga’s baby didn’t let them drop
    For that little voice of that little Who
    Had helped all the Who’s voice break through

    “I hear it! I hear it!” the baby kanga cried with glee
    And all the other animals had to agree
    The voices of the who’s finally were heard
    And the unity of two dimensions on that day occurred
    Now we all know, from Horton’s words alone
    And, for centuries, these words would be known:

    “Even though you can’t see them or hear them at all
    A person’s a person, no matter how small”

    And the smallest, tiniest Who of them all
    Managed to save them, and seemed ten feet tall.

    THE END