By now, everyone was in rare humor. "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!