No Place Like Home
sweet lady of Kansas,the wild wind's arisin'
so put on those slippers and sing your sweet song
there are witches to foil and the tin man needs oiling
and rainbows are seldom around for too long
the yellow brick road is one full of surprises
beware of illusions that lead you astray
always stay on the right side and look on the bright side-
for the snow seldom falls on the flowers in may.
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2010
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