which he claimed he had composed on the spur of the moment, writing it on the cuff of his shirt sleeve. a number of the guests thought the composition sounded suspiciously like an "ode to ozma," which the woggle bug had written some years before, but they were all too kind-hearted to mention this. the tin woodman sang a love song, which he had written especially for the occasion, and which he had titled "you're my tin type." while the song was only moderately good, the tin woodman sang in a metallic tenor with great feeling and the company applauded politely.