Citizens of oz:   GOOD NEWS!   SHE'S DEAD!   THE WITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!   THE WICKEDEST WITCH THERE EVER WAS   THE ENEMY OF ALL OF US HERE IN OZ IS DEAD!   GOOD NEWS!   GOOD NEWS!      Someone in the Crowd:   Look! It's Glinda!      Glinda:   Fellow Ozians...   LET US BE GLAD   LET US BE GRATEFUL   LET US REJOICIFY THAT GOODNESS COULD SUBDUE   THE 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--      Someone in the Crowd:   NO ONE MOUNS THE WICKED      Another Person:   NO ONE CRIES: "THEY WON'T RETURN!"      All:   NO ONE LAYS A LILY ON THEIR GRAVE      Man:   THEGOOD MAN SCORNS THE WICKED!      Women:   THROUGH THEIR LIVES, OUR CHILDREN LEARN:      All:   WHAT WE MISS   WHEN WE MISBEHAVE...      Glinda:   AND GOODNESS KNOWS   THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY   GOODNESS KNOWS   THE WICKED DIE ALONE   IT JUST SHOWS WHEN YOU'RE WICKED   YOU'RE LEFT ONLY   ON YOUR OWN...      All:   YES, GOODNESS KNOWS    THE WICKED'S LIVES ARE LONELY   GOODNESS KNOWS   THE WICKED CRY ALONE   NOTHING GROWS FOR THE WICKED   THEY REAP ONLY   WHAT THEY'VE SOWN...      Glinda:   Are peole born Wicked? Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?   After all, she had a father. She had a mother, as so many do...      Father:   HOW I HATE TO GO AND LEAVE YOU LONELY      Mother:   THAT'S ALRIGHT--IT'S ONLY JUST ONE NIGHT      Father:   BUT KNOW THAT YOU'RE HERE IN MY HEART WHILE I'M OUT OF YOUR SIGHT...      Glinda:   And like every family- they had their secrets.      Lover:   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...      Glinda:   And of course, from the moment she was born, she was - well - different...      Midwife:   IT'S COMING...      Father:   NOW?      Midwife:   THE BABY'S COMING...      Father:   AND HOW!      Midwife and Father:   I SEE A NOSE   I SEE A CURL   IT'S A HEALTHY, PERFECT   LOVELY, LITTLE -      Father:   Sweet Oz!      Mother:   What is it? What's wrong?      Midwife:   HOW CAN IT BE?      Father:   WHAT DOES IT MEAN?      Midwife:   IT'S ATROCIOUS!      Father:   IT'S OBSCENE!      Midwife and Father:   LIKE A FROGGY, FERNY CABBAGE   THE BABY IS UNNATURALLY-      All:   GREEN!      Father:   Take it away... take it away!      Glinda:   So you see - it couldn't have been easy!      All:   NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED   NOW AT LAST, SHE'S DEAD AND GONE   NOW AT LAST, THERE'S JOY THROUGHOUT THE LAND   AND   GOODNESS KNOWS   WE KNOW WHAT GOODNESS IS   GOODNESS KNOWS   THE WICKED DIE ALONE      Glinda:   SHE DIED ALONE...      All:   WOE TO THOSE    WHO SPURN WHAT GOODNESSES   THEY ARE SHOWN   NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED...      Glinda:    GOOD NEWS!      Crowd:   NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!      Glinda:    GOOD NEWS!      All:   NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED!   WICKED!   WICKED!