Come out, come out, wherever you are
And meet the young lady, who fell from a star
She fell from the sky, she fell very far
And Kansas, she says, is the name of the star
And Kansas, she says, is the name of the star
She brings you good news. Or haven't you heard?
When she fell out of Kansas
A miracle occurred
It really was no miracle. What happened was just this
The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch
Just then the Witch - to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch
And oh, what happened then was rich
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch
Who began to twitch
And was reduced to just a stitch of what was once the Wicked Witch
We thank you very sweetly, for doing it so neatly
You've killed her so completely, that we thank you very sweetly
Let the joyous news be spread, The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
