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Wizard of OZ

Baum wrote several songs for this play, but many were cut by the director. Some songs were not published, and therefore very hard to come by. Here are the lyrics for many songs that appeared. These songs can be obtained from the Hungry Tiger Press at their website.

The Play begins on a small farm in Kansas where there lives a young woman named Dorothy and her cow Imogene. When a cyclone hits their farm, Dorothy and Imogene are carried to the Land of Oz, where Dorothy's house lands on a wicked witch. In return, the Good Witch of the North tells Dorothy to go see the Wizard of Oz, who might be able to send her home again and also gives her a ruby ring. Dorothy is joined by Sir Dashemoff Daily, the poet laurete of Oz who has fallen in love with Dorothy, and Pastoria the Motor man (who has a lion with him), Tryxie Tryfle, and Cynthia Cynch, the Lady Lunatic, who sings of her long-lost love.

Niccolo’s Piccolo

(Sung by Cynthia Cynch, the Lady Lunatic)

Not with the sighing flute,
Sought he to press his suit.
Nor with the twinkling lute
Came he zum-zumming.
Not on, the light guitar,
Under the twilight star,
Could he be heard afar
Tenderly strumming.

But from his piercing piccolo,
My highly-gifted Niccolo
Could charm with much celerity
This melody divine.
Defying fell malaria,
He'd execute this aria
With marvelous dexterity,
Each night at half past nine.

Piccolo Chorus
Not with the violin,
Sought he my heart to win,
Nor with the mandolin
Came he a wooing.
Not on the slide trombone,
Played he a mellow tone,
Singing of love alone,
Sighing and sueing.

But from his piercing piccolo . . .
(Piccolo Chorus)

Sir Dashemoff Daily sings a love song to Dorothy.

Love is Love

(Sung by Sir Dashemoff Daily, a poet)

Though men are all protesting
In accents interesting
A love that’s warmer
Than the summer sun
And passionately pleading
Their tender hearts are bleeding
You are certainly "the only one!"
‘Tis well to take
Their protestations
With a grain of salt,
They may have said the same
Sweet thing before,
For all their eloquence
Their pretty compliments
Are quite appropriate to
State to ladies by the score.

Love is love
And cannot be dissembled.
Love is love
And cannot be assumed.
When true love
Upon your lips has trembled
To it’s thrall
You’re quickly doomed!
Love is love,
Its signet is devotion.
Love is love,
That signet all may read.
He who forges love
Must have a notion
Maidens’ hearts are
Very innocent
And soft indeed!

Dorothy brings a Scarecrow to life.

The Scarecrow

(Sung by the Scarecrow, who else?)

Though I appear a handsome man,
I'm only stuffed with straw.
'Tis difficult a man to plan
Without a single flaw.
Though you might think my lovely head
A store of lore contains,
The farmer lack of skill displayed
and quite forgot my brains.

When brains are missing from a head,
It's usually the rule
That wisdom from the man has fled
and he remains a fool.
So though my charms are very great
as I am well assured
I'll never reach my full estate,
Till brains I have secured.

Alas! for the man who has little
in his noddle that he knows!
He's under a ban and is called
a rattle-pate where e'er he goes.
He always does the very thing
he never ought to do,
He stumbles, and he fumbles,
and is aimless.
A lobster is he as anyone
with half an eye can see,
You can hear them jeer and sneer,
for his wheels are out of gear--
and it's plain he'll remain
quite brainless.

When first upon a man you gaze
You think he must be filled
With wisdom worthy of your praise
Condensed and quite distilled.
But when at last he starts to speak
And only wags his jaw
You then decide that he's a freak
And merely stuffed with straw.

Then the way some people act
Would lead you to suspect
That they are brainless for a fact
And shy on intellect.
So 'tis a matter I deplore
That in my cranium I
Can never any knowledge store
Till brains I can supply!

They meet Nick Chopper, who needs a heart. He sings about love.

When You Love, Love, Love

(Sung by Nick Chopper, the Tin Woodman)

Oh, love’s the thing that poets sing
Their sweetest lays regarding
And some say nay to love’s gay sway,
Which wounds when not rewarding.
Naught can allure the heart so sure
As one swift dart from Cupid,
And none I know would dodge his bow,
Unless exceeding stupid.
‘Tis love that makes the world go ‘round
And makes our lives worth living
We all are lost till love is found,
Its rare enjoyments giving.

When you love, love, love
In mad delirium,
When to love, love, love
That’s quite sincere you come.
There is nothing so divine,
Thee is nothing half so fine
As the madness
Of the gladness
When you love, love, love.

They come to a live Poppy Field, whose influence puts them to sleep.

The Poppy Song

(Sung by the Poppies and their Queen)

Poppy Flowers:
We are poppies
In fairest splendor
Blooming fragrant always
Through the mosses and
The grasses looming
Fascinations rare assuming.
We delight when alone to pass
The moments gaily at play
Every petal graciously nods
Our many charms to display.

Poppy Queen:
For death like a breath,
Comes to all soon or late
And mortals are the sport
Of a mischievous fate.
So welcome the peace
That we bring to mankind
It is happiness to dream on,
With every care left behind.

Poppy Flowers:
We are poppies
In fairest splendor
Blooming fragrant always
Through the mosses and
The grasses looming
Fascinations rare assuming.
We delight when alone to pass
The moments gaily at play
Every petal graciously nods
Our many charms to display,
Our charms to display,
Our charms to display.

The Good Witch of the North sends snow to the poppies, which kills the flowers. The travelers awake and reach the Emerald City, where the Wizard says he will see them.

When We Get What’s A-Comin’ To Us

(Sung by Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Tin Woodman)

When we get
What’s a-comin’ to us,
We’ll snap our fingers thus.
We won’t do a thing
But laugh and sing
And skip the string and have our fling!
When we get what’s
A-comin’ to us,
Our fortunes we’ll discuss.
We’ll not raise a fuss
Or kick up a muss
When we get what’s a-comin’ to us.

The Wizard grants the Scarecrow a brain, and the Tin Woodman a heart. Pastoria claims to be the Long-lost king of Oz. The people want to make Pastoria king, but Dorothy and the Wizard protest.

Just A Simple Girl From the Prairie

(Sung by Dorothy, the Wizard, and the crowd)

Dorothy: I’m just a simple girl from the prairie…
Wizard: She is Dottie with a dot on the "i"…
Dorothy: It seems to me you’re very contrary.
Wizard: And I hope you will explain to us why.
Dorothy: If you crown this old man,
As you seem to plan,
He will make a sorry king, you’ll find.
For we don’t like his looks
Or the way he croaks,
And we think he is out of his mind.
Listen to our wise prognostications,
Of this very aged man:
He will soon deceive you,
Shake him while you can,
For this you’ll find a very clever plan.
Crowd: Listen to their wise prognostications
Of this very aged man:
He will soon deceive us,
Shake him while we can.
Perhaps this is a mighty clever plan.

The people make Pastoria king anyways.

Rejoice! For The Wizard Is No Longer King

(Sung by the Crowd)

Rejoice, for the Wizard is no longer King!
All you maidens and youths
Come join us in singing.
Sing out!
And let your voices loudly ring.
We’ll shout hip, hip, hooray,
The Wizard’s surely down and out.
We now will make our
Dear Pastoria King.
Come join us
And give him
A rousing
Good cheer!
All hail to Pastoria!
All hail to Pastoria!
The greatest monarch
That we have ever had!
All hail!
All hail!

Pastoria turns on Dorothy & Co. and sentences them to death. They run away, and the Scarecrow sings a song with some chorus girls.

The Traveler and the Pie

(Sung by the Scarecrow)

One day a weary traveler
Walked down a village street.
Did he?
I think he did!
He thought he’d stop and
Ask a lady for a bite to eat.
Did he?
I think he did!
He knocked upon a door
And said in accents so polite:
"I’m very hungry and I hope
You’ll let me have a bite!"
"Oh, you shall have my pie!"
The young wife answered with delight.
Did she?
I think she did!
Oh, the weary, hungry traveler!
The hungry, luckless traveler!
He took one little bite
And next minute took to flight,
Oh, the weary, hungry,
Luckless traveler!

Dorothy and her friends are eventually caught, but Dorothy uses the ruby ring to summon the Good Witch of the North, who saves them. She promises to send Dorothy home, and Nick and Cynthia are reunited.