If you were just a tin man,
Like the one in the land of OZ.
No heart to shed a tear with,
A rusty disposition want of cause.
Waiting for a hundred years,
for just a dropp of oil.
Waiting to shed tinsel tears,
A solitary strand of foil.
A kind word can be magical,
Can often free the rust.
Why not try it on a stranger,
Kindness is like angel dust.
A smile and a compliment,
makes a heart become anew.
To bring joy to the tin man,
takes just a kind word from you.
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