"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? What kind of thoughts will you think tonight?" Everyone joined in to repeat the last line: "What kind of thoughts will you think tonight?" Dorothy began again: "If thoughts are things that can give you a fright, What kind of thoughts will you bring to sight? What kind of thoughts do you think to yourself? What kind of thoughts will you think tonight?" Again everyone joined in: Ohhh... What kind of thoughts will you think tonight? The Lion said, "Let me make one up: If thoughts have wings and can fly away, what kind of thoughts are you thinking today?" "Very good!" said Dorothy, as they all chimed in: "What kind of thoughts are you thinking today?" "Let me try," said the Scarecrow: "If thoughts are things that can zip and zoom, what kind of thoughts do you think in your room?" They all sang at the top of their voices: "What kind of thoughts do you think in your room?" 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! 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." As they approached the gate, the Lion began to chant: "Better think nice -- sugar and spice." The others quickly joined in: "Better think nice -- sugar and spice." Dorothy gingerly touched the big iron gate. It swung open easily. "Well, here we go," she said. The little group chanted faster and faster: