I, Tin Man
Rusted shut
Stuck in time
Stuck in rut
Bend, pick up
Heavy thigh
Heave it high
Drop it down
Tumble ’round
No poise left
Since bereft
Of company
Hope now for my
Dorothy
Here she comes, I
See her now
She’s right as rain
And on the prowl
For someone with
No heart to foul
Here I am,
Your new Tin Man
I have a plan
Grab the can
Oil me
And you will see
That Empty is
Great company.