It really was no miracle
What happened was just this:
The wind began to swich
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 a wicked witch
Who began to twich
And was reduced to just a stitch
Of what was once a wicked witch
Writer(s): E.y. Harburg, Harold Arlen
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