If for some reason you can't access youtube (I myself have to go to the public library to watch it) then here are the lyrics just to give you an idea of the delicious weirdness. http://www.lyricsty.com/ylvis-what-does-the-fox-say-lyrics.html
I’d better start practicing my morse code.
Taller than a house, the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, on the very brink, in the darkness.
The Iron Man
I was so excited to see Tom Gauld’s Iron Man that I made Spiderman go back with me another time armed with the camera so I could have my photo made. Because I’m bossy like that. He talked me out of pretending to drive Toad’s Motor Car, though. Shame.
The Tin Woodman stared at him in amazement.
“No,” replied Ojo, much surprised; I am in earnest.”
“But do you think for a moment I would permit you, or anyone else, to pull the left wing from a yellow butterfly?” demanded the Tin Woodman sternly.
“Why not sir?”
“Why not? You ask me why not? It would be cruel--one of the most cruel and heartless deed I ever heard of,” asserted the Tin Woodman. “The butterflies are among the prettiest of all created things, and they are sensitive to pain. To tear a wing from one would cause it exquisite torture and it would soon doe in great agony. I would not permit such a wicked deed under any circumstances.”
“I’m glad of that said the Tin Woodman. “As I rule the Winkie Country I can protect my butterflies.”
“Unless I get the wing--just one left wing--” said Ojo miserably, “I can’t save Unc Nunkie.”
|the Shaggy Man|
He arrives at the prison where the jailer Tollydiggle removes his handcuffs. Ojo was astonished that he was not locked in in any way and when Tollydiggle went to prepare his dinner he made a point to stay put and not to explore. He did not want to betray her trust by looking like he was trying to escape.
“Why is the prison so fine and why are you so kind to me?” he asked earnestly.
Ojo thought this over very carefully. “I had an idea that prisoners were always treated harshly, to punish them.”
“That would be dreadful!” cried Tollydiggle. “Isn’t one punished enough in knowing that he has done wrong? Don’t you wish, Ojo, with all your heart, that you had not been disobedient and broken the law?”
|Ozma of Oz|
“Yes of course. It’s my straw, you know. It bunches up sometimes , in spite of all my efforts to keep it even. Doesn’t your straw ever bunch?”
“But cotton is a high grade stuffing. I may say it is even more stylish, not to say aristocratic, than straw,” said the Scarecrow politely. “Still, it is but proper that one so entrancingly lovely should have the best stuffing there is going. I--er--I’m so glad I’ve met you Miss Scraps! Introduce us again, Shaggy!”
“Once is enough,” replied the Shaggy Man, laughing at his friend’s enthusiasm.
|the Glass cat|
|the Woozy with three hairs in his tail|