Ashes To Ashes and Rust To Rust

Ashes to ashes and rust to rust, The Scarecrow and the Tin-Man, must Have known what fate would come their way, That fateful hour, that fateful day, Into ashes to ashes and rust to rust. They saw the writing on the wall, Although it looked more like a scrawl, Yet each one chose to take a stand To find out who was the better man, Now ashes to ashes and rust to rust. Their tempers flew with fist to fist, For Dorothy's hand, they both had kissed, And asked the girl to marry them, Now both would lose, and none would win, With ashes to ashes and rust to rust. "You have no brain" - "You have no heart", And with that friction, caused a spark, The Scarecrow melted down to ash, The Tin-Man stumbled with a crash, Now ashes to ashes and rust to rust. Through wet and cold, the Tin-Man lay, Upon the ground is where he stayed, For many nights and many days, And then the tin just rusted away, Into ashes to ashes and rust to rust. The Scarecrow, now a pile of soot, No longer had a head or foot, Just dirty dust is what he was, Misfortune in the Land of Oz, Just ashes to ashes and rust to rust. Though many stories could be told, Of some so brave and some so bold, The saddest that was ever read, Was Tin-Man's heart and Scarecrow's head, Turned to ashes to ashes and rust to rust.