For all of you poor unfortunate souls lucky enough to grow up in the Golden Age of Wee Sing, you already know exactly what’s coming when you hit the play button above. For all others out there…
Through me you pass into the city of Sillyville:
Through Silly Whim you pass into eternal pain:
Through Wee among the Sing lost for aye…
Before me Silly things were none, save things
Wee, and Wee Sing I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.