Soon the group came to an orchard filled with juicy red apples.

Dorothy got rather puckish on the way. She wanted something sweeter than the loaf of bred she was carrying in her basket. She went up to a tree, picked an apple, but then a branch grabbed it back and smacker hand.

"Ouch!" she complained.

"What do you think you are going?" snapped the tree, a grouchy face on its trunk.

"We've been walking a long way and I was hungry and-" she stopped dead. "Did you say something?"

"She was hungry!" the tree called to another opposite it.

"She was hungry?" said the tree opposite.

"Well," the tree that smacked Dorothy growled. "How would you like to have somebody come along and take something off of you?"

"Oh dear!" cried Dorothy. "I keep forgetting. I need to keep reminding myself I'm not in Kansas!"

"Come along, Dorothy," said the Scarecrow. "You don't want any of those apples!"

"Are you saying my apples ain't what they ought to be?"

" Oh, no!" aid the Scarecrow. She just doesn't like little green worms.

"Why you!"

The greedy Tree tried to grab Dorothy and the Scarecrow but they narrowly escaped.

"I'll show you how to get apples," the Scarecrow whispered to Dorothy. He pulled a face at the Tree who started throwing apples at them, a few hitting the Scarecrow.

"Clever trick for one who has no brain," commented Dorothy brushing her companion clean. She went over to an apple lying on the clean grass when she saw something odd: She knocked it: it was in. then she knocked on a tin pole connected to it. She stood to stare at a tin figure holding an axe in his right arm.

"Why it's a man," said Dorothy. "Looks, Scarecrow, a man made out of tin."

"Oil can," said a muffled voice.

"Did you say something?" Dorothy asked the Tin Man.

"Oil can," came the squeaky reply.

"He said 'Oil Can'," Dorothy made out.

"Oil Can what?" asked the Scarecrow.

"Oil Can? Oh! Here it is!" Dorothy spotted an oilcan resting the trunk of a thin, chopped tree trunk. "Where do you want be oiled first?" Dorothy asked the Tin Man.

"Err, my mouth."
"He said his mouth," the Scarecrow made out.

Dorothy began to oil and oil his mouth as the Tin Man began to exorcise his squeaky, rusty voice.

"Oh my goodness!" cried the Tin Man gratefully. "I can talk again! Put some on my elbows."

They oiled his elbows and Dorothy bent his arm down.

"Did that hurt?" she checked.

"No," said the Tin Man, contentedly. "Certainly not. That felt wonderful. I've held that axe up for ages."

"Good sakes alive!" remarked Dorothy. "How did you ever bring yourself to be like this?"

The Tin Man cleared his throat.

"About a year ago, I was chopping wood. When suddenly it began to rain. And by the middle of the chop, I rusted solid. I've been struck here ever since."

"Well you're perfect now," smiled Dorothy.

"Perfect?" said the Tin Man. "Bang on my chest if you think I'm perfect. Go ahead, bang on it."

Dorothy did so.

"Beautiful!" remarked the Scarecrow. "What an echo!"

"It's empty," the Tin Man explained glumly. "The tinsmith forgot to give me a heart."

"No heart?" said Dorothy and the Scarecrow.

"No heart," the Tin Man repeated. "All hollow."

Then three robins appeared on the trunk where the oilcan was and began to sing:

The Robins

Said a tin man, rattling his feelings to a straw man, sad and weary eyed.

The Tin Man

Oh, the smith gave me tin riddance but, forgot to put a heart inside.

The Robins

Then he banged his hallow chest and cried!

The Tin Man

When a man's an empty kettle, he should be on his metal and yet I'm torn apart. Just because I'm presumin', that I could kinda human, if I only had a heart.

I'd be tender; I'd be gentle, and awful sentimental, regarding love an art. I'd be friends with the sparrows and the boy who shoots the arrows if I only had a heart.

Picture me a balcony, above the voice sings low.

The Robins

Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

The Tin Man

I hear a beat,

Dorothy

How sweet.

The Tin Man

Just to register emotion, Jealousy, devotion, and really feel the part. I would stay young and chipper and I'd lock it with a zipper if I only had a heart.

Then he started to walk but Dorothy oiled him ever now and then. He started to dance on the yellow brick road, and eventually resumed his song:

The Tin Man

I'd be friends with the sparrows and the boy who shoots the arrows!

Dorothy

You could stay young and chipper

The Tin Man

And I'd lock it with a zipper! It's because I'm presumin' that I could kinda human! If I only,

Dorothy

If you only

All

Had a heart!

Dorothy and the Scarecrow went to one side and made a quite conversation. After three seconds, they went back up to the Tin Man who was curious about their conversation.

"We were just wondering," said Dorothy. "If you might want to come us to the Emerald Cit to ask the Wizard of Oz for a heart?"

"But suppose the Wizard didn't give me one when we got there?"

"Oh but he will! He must! We've come such a long way already."

Their talk was interrupted by horrible cackling, which frightened the robins away. Up on top of the cottage roof was the Wicked Witch of the West.

"You call that long?" she laughed. "Why it's just begun! Helping the little lady along are you my fine gentlemen? Well stay away from her! Or I'll stuff a mattress with your, Scarecrow! And you, Tin Man! I'll use you for a beehive. Here, Scarecrow! Wanna play Ball?"

And she conjured a fireball that shot down to the grass but the Tin Man immediately put it out with his funnel hat.

"Try this for size!" shouted the Witch. And a swarm of bees shot down to them. They hid behind the Tin Man and the immediately died.

"Oh well," said the Witch sarcastically. "Patience must be held. I must hold the same time as I tired to do away with you. Wait until you see what other lovely surprises await you all!"

With a cackle, she disappeared in a puff of red smoke.

"I'm not a afraid of her," quivered the Scarecrow getting up. "I'll see that you reach the Wizard, Dorothy, whether I get a brain or not. Stuff a mattress with me, hey!"

"I'll see that you reach the Wizard, whether I get a heart or not," promised the Tin Man. "Beehive, pah! Let her try and make a beehive out of me. One curse from you can't scare me away from helping this sweet little girl!"

"You know her?" asked Dorothy.

"Her sister is the reason I'm who I am," explained the Tin Man.

"She made you into tin?" asked Dorothy sympathetically.

"Not exactly," said the Tin Man. "There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart. She, on her part, promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her; so I set to work harder than ever. But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone, for she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and the housework. So the old woman went to the Wicked Witch of the East, and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage. Thereupon the Wicked Witch enchanted my axe, and when I was chopping away at my best one day, for I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible, the axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg. This at first seemed a great misfortune, for I knew a one-legged man could not do very well as a wood-chopper. So I went to a tinsmith and had him make me a new leg out of tin. The leg worked very well, once I was used to it. But my action angered the Wicked Witch of the East, for she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty Munchkin girl. When I began chopping again, my axe slipped and cut off my right leg. Again I went to the tinsmith, and again he made me a leg out of tin. After this the enchanted axe cut off my arms, one after the other; but, nothing daunted, I had them replaced with tin ones. The Wicked Witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head, and at first I thought that was the end of me. But the tinsmith happened to come along, and he made me a new head out of tin. I thought I had beaten the Wicked Witch then, and I worked harder than ever; but I little knew how cruel my enemy could be. She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful Munchkin maiden, and made my axe slip again, so that it cut right through my body, splitting me into two halves. Once more the tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin, fastening my tin arms and legs and head to it, by means of joints, so that I could move around as well as ever. But, alas! I had now no heart, so that I lost all my love for the Munchkin girl, and did not care whether I married her or not. I suppose she is still living with the old woman, waiting for me to come after her. My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it and it did not matter now if my axe slipped, for it could not cut me. There was only one danger-that my joints would rust; but I kept an oilcan in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it. However, there came a day when I forgot to do this, and, being caught in a rainstorm, before I thought of the danger my joints had rusted, and I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me. It was a terrible thing to undergo, but during the year I stood there I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth; but no one can love who has not a heart, and so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one. If he does, I will go back to the Munchkin maiden and marry her."

Dorothy shed a tear.

"Well she's gone now. My house fell on her and I have been given her Ruby Slippers."

"It still doesn't change the past. The least I can do is help you get to the Emerald City."

"Count me in," said the Scarecrow. "We can't have you facing the Wicked Witch of the West all by yourself."

"Oh, you're the best friends anybody ever had!" Dorothy smiled gratefully. "And it's funny, but I feel as if I've known you all the time. But I couldn't have, could I?"

"I don't see how," said the Scarecrow. "You weren't around when I was stuffed and sewn together, were you?"

"I was standing over there rusting for the longest time."

"You just remind me of my two friends in Kansas, Hunk and Hickory. I wish I could remember. But, I guess it doesn't matter anyway. We know each other now, don't we?"

"That's right," said the Scarecrow.

"We do," said the Tin Man.

"To Oz?" said the Scarecrow.

"To Oz!" declared the Tin Man.

And they set off yet again with a new companion.

We're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz,

We hear he is a Wiz of a Wiz, if ever a Wiz there was,

If ever oh ever a Wiz there was the Wizard of Oz in one because, because because, because, because, because, because of the wonderful things he does.

We're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.