We have gotten word that there have been advertisements for a new Managing Editor at the Daily World. In addtion, you can now use the T-word in the fourms. All we have to say is:
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!
Cravins, Sr.: As Mayor of the Munchkin City, In the County of the Land of Oz, I welcome you most regally.
Earl: But we've got to verify it legally, to see
Carvin's Sr.: To see?
Earl: If she
Cravins, Sr.: If she?
Earl: Is morally, ethic'lly
Father No.1: Spiritually, physically
Father No. 2: Positively, absolutely
Munchkins: Undeniably and reliably Dead
Russell: As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her. And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.
Mayor: Then this is a day of Independence For all the Munchkins and their descendants
Earl: If any.
Cravins, Sr.: Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
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