Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
Who, me?
l'm not a witch at all.
l'm Dorothy Gale, from Kansas.
What was that?
The Munchkins. They're laughing because l am a witch.
l'm Glinda, the Witch of the North.
You are?
l beg your pardon!
But l've never heard of a beautiful witch before.
But if you please, what are Munchkins?
The little people who live here. lt's Munchkinland...
...and you are their national ******* my dear. ...
lt's all right. You may all come out and thank her.
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
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