"The Wicked Witch said that all of her thoughts were here," said the Scarecrow.
"If thoughts have forms, what kind of shape must her thoughts be in?" said the Lion half to himself.
"What did you say?" said Dorothy.
"I said," repeated the Lion, "If the thoughts have forms, what kind of shape must her thoughts be in?"
"Which might apply to us all," said Dorothy.
"What?" asked the Lion. "What did you say?"
"I said," replied Dorothy, beginning to sing:
"If thoughts are things that go bump in the night,
what kind of thoughts do you think are right?
What kind of thoughts do you think to yourself?