“And then all the noise. All the noise, noise, noise, NOISE! They'll bang on tong-tinglers, blow their foo-flounders, they'll crash on jang-jinglers, and bounce on boing-bounders! (Then Who's young and old will sit down to a feast, and they'll feast and they'll feast.) [while jumping angrily] And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast! They'll eat their Who pudding and rare Who roast beast! It's something I cannot stand in the least. [realizing what he's said] Oh, noǃ I'M SPEAKING IN RHY-YME! AAAHHHH! BLAST YOU, WHOS! [sobs]”