Every Who
Down in Whoville
Is busy preparing.
For the BIGGEST of days,
The most merry of merry!
Long seasons apart
Now come to an end,
And WHOVILLE RETURNS!
. . . Like a long lost old friend.
Any Who
Who’s an anywho
Will be there!
With cookies,
And costumes,
Hot cocoa to spare
The Mayor, the Mrs., some Things and a cat . . .
A merry round man
. . . In a funny red hat.
Small Whos will be racing
As fast as they can.
Big Whos can trot too,
Through this merry Who-land.
But, be wary we say
As you roam through our home.
There’s another out there
. . . who lives all alone.
For some reason, the season,
It brings him no glee.
His heart’s just too small,
He’s a mean one you see.
After cold winter dashing
And when you return,
There’ll be prizes
The zaniest looking can earn!
There’ll be feasting and singing
And selfies galore!
Perhaps an old heart
Grows a few sizes more.
So HURRY, dear friend,
Sign now, get a HAT!
All proceeds proceeding
Are charitable
How 'bout that?
And, if fam-friendly, fun-running
Is something you wish again.