Sad Land is back by popular demand.

All who enter must abide by the rules.

No laughing.

No smiling.

No thinking funny thoughts.

If you pass that test then you are an official member of sad land, where we mope around and sing sad songs.

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If you're sad and you know it, clap your hands.

Tie the saddest ribbon round the old oak tree.

Sad drops keep fallin' on my head.

Because we're sad, we're sad. We know it.