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.
"Oh, my!" Dorothy said. "We'd better think the nicest thoughts we can think of."