I SHALL find my friends on my small speck of dust!”
And clover, by clover, by clover with care
He picked up and searched them, 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.
In my 27 plus years of being a mom I have read more children's books than I can keep track of. For some unknown reason, strange to some, my favorite books often have a sing songy type of rhyme to them. Horton Hears a Who not only has a beautiful pro-life message but it rhymes too! I can't help but think of Ol' Horton when ever I see a field of purple clovers.