Ask the Witch If You Can Get My House Off of Her
All grown up
Toto long dead and buried
Married to the perfect man
Change is in my hand
Sliding between dimensions
To return his heart
Ripped from dying white rabbits pocket
Crazed friend tried to defend
Took his hat as he
met the same
Scarecrow fills my bed
Lion is my spread
The perfect man
Kept in the garden shed
The wizard now can only groan
cut out his tongue
Your kingdom
is now my home
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