Barack Obama: We are going to read Where the Wild Things Are. How many people have read this book? This is one of my favorite books. This is one of my favorite books. Alright is everybody ready? Okay. Michelle Obama: Wait, wait is everybody ready? Barack Obama: Is everybody ready? That’s what I’m talking about. We got a fan right here. He knows about the Wild Rumpus. Where the Wild Things Are. The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. He’s got a fork in his hand like he’s going to eat the dog. His mother called him “Wild Thing!” And Max said “I’ll eat you up!” So he was sent to bed without eating anything. Everybody see that? That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around Look at that. Look what happened to his room. And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. Does everybody see the wild thing. Look at that. That’s a wild thing. It’s like a dragon looking wild thing. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth And rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws Till Max said “be still!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once Can everybody do that? Try staring without blinking. That’s a good one not blinking once. And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all And made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” So this was them in the wild rumpus. Howl! Howl! They were howling and they were dancing in the wild rumpus. Have you guys ever been in a wild rumpus? I bet you guys…you guys look like you have a wild rumpus all the time. Look at them they’re swinging off trees. They’re howling at the moon. They’re dancing. “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up-we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye. And sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day And into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him And it was still hot. The End. Uh oh. Those wild things, they can be a little scary. It’s alright they end up back in the bedroom.


Barack Obama reads Where the Wild Things Are to a group of children for Easter.