#munchkins

Sooooooooooo

The munchkins: eh. Whatever. That bitch.

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The munchkins: (hear a RUMOUR about Elphaba)

The munchkins: BURN DA WITCH

The munchkins: MELT HERRRR

Hello! I have no issue with people using little ones, the littles, etc. - I don't think the Little people/dwarfism community has any claim over the word "little" since it is an everyday adjective.

I have however had people call me a "little fellow" or "little guy" in an age regressed, mocking sort of way that I do not appreciate.

A Bunch of People Mourn the Wicked

Good news! She's dead The Witch of the West is dead She wasn't actually all that wicked The enemy of some of us here in Oz is dead Good news! Good news!

Look, it's Glinda!

Let us be glad Let us be understanding Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue The kind of (?) wicked workings of you-know-who Isn't it nice to know That good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by Outlive a lie For you and-

A BUNCH OF PEOPLE MOURN THE WICKED Lots of people cried cause she won't return She doesn't even have a grave The Wizard scorns the wicked Through their lives, our children learn What we miss when we look at suspicious books

And goodness knows the wicked's lives are semi-lonely Goodness knows the wicked die alone Because when you're wicked, you lock your family in the kitchen And you're on your own

Yes, goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows the wicked cry alone Nothing grows for the wicked, cause she lived in the mountains The ground was infertile...

That's a good question Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, the Wicked Witch had a childhood She had a father who, by the way, was a religious man who caused her sister to be a religious dictator accidently (I'm off to convert people, dear) And she had a mother, as so many do

How I hate to go and leave you lonely I'm really fucking tired of that But know that you're here in my heart while I'm out of your sight

And like every family, they had their secrets

Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty I've got one more night left here in town So have another drink of green elixir And we'll have ourselves a little mixer Have another little swallow, little lady, and follow me down

And one thing led to another, as it so often does But from the moment the witch was born, she was, well, different

It's coming! (Shit the mom passed out) (The baby's coming!) (We aren't certified for this, are we?) I see a nose I see a curl It's a healthy, perfect, lovely little- (oh) (Oh, sweet Oz, oh)

How can it be? (What does it mean?) It's uncanny (it's obscene!) Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally Green! (OH CRAP IT BIT MY FINGER OFF SWEET OZMA)

And so, it couldn't have been easy

A bunch of people mourn the wicked Now at last, she's dead and gone Now at last, there's joy in parts of the land!

And goodness knows (goodness knows) We know what goodness is (ah) Goodness knows the wicked die alone (she died alone) Woe to those (woe to those) Who spurn what goodnesses They are shown

A BUNCH OF PEOPLE MOURN THE WICKED (good news!) A BUNCH OF PEOPLE MOURN THE WICKED (good news!) SO MANY PEOPLE MOURN THE WICKED WICKED! WICKEDDDDDDDDDD!