The Wizard of Oz, The Wicked Witch of the West

Well! Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of spears. Thought you’d be pretty foxy, didn’t ya? Well, the last to go will see the first three go before her! And her mangy little dog, too. How about a little fire, Scarecrow? You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! Melting! Oh what a world, what a world! Who would have thought that some little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness. No! No! I’m going. Ohhhhhhhhhhh!