It Really Was No Miracle Songtext

von Harold Arlen

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
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!