Horton sighed in frustration
What more could he do?
It was only a clover,
As far as they knew.
A clover that sat there,
Not saying a word.
Horton knew there was more,
But it couldn't be heard.
The Whos tried to stand out,
Shouting over and over,
But no animal stops,
Just to notice a clover.
"With their hustle and bustle,
Their work and their play,
They just don't have the time!"
Horton cried in dismay.
It was more than a clover:
A city so grand!
All the while, it could fit
In the palm of your hand!
Though intrigued by the Whos,
He pitied them all.
For although they were great,
The world made them feel small.
He could see that the Whos
Had big dreams and big hearts.
All he needed to do
Was just give them a start.
After living their whole lives
Not speaking a word,
Horton gave them the strength
To shout out and be heard.
Though it maybe just whispers,
Your voice is still there
it can grow like a flower
With love and good care
If the highest of queens
And the greatest of kings
Would just stop to take note
Of the smallest of things.