"I've got a good one," said the
Tin Woodman:
"If the thoughts of witches are jagged and sharp,
what kind of thoughts do they think after dark?"
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Now everyone," she shouted,
waving her arms:
"Ohhh... What kind of thoughts do they think after dark?"
"How about this for the last verse?" said the Scarecrow:
"If you think a thought that you do not like,
the shape of that thought must be a horrible sight!
What kind of thoughts do you think to yourself?
What kind of thoughts will you think tonight?"
Everyone sang the last line really loud:
"What kind of thoughts will you think tooo-night?"
"Well, we certainly cheered ourselves up, said Dorothy.
Just then, they came upon a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was
a large sign, and beyond the sign, huge iron gates loomed. They were set
within a massive stone wall. As they approached the sign, they could
make out large gothic letters which read:
BEWARE ALL YE WHO ENTER THE LAND OF THOUGHTS
FOR EACH AND EVERY THOUGHT THOU THINKETH,
A THOUSAND LIKE SHALT DESCEND UPON THINE HEAD.
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