Back in Kansas
Oh Doggity Dog, Oh Jiggity Jig
Time to get on my feet and dance me a gig
Dance me through circles and dance me through squares
Don’t step on my feet and I don’t dance with bears
The June bug, the Ants, which are in the pants
Bring me to Waterloo, where I catch a glance
Romantic, climactic, and ‘round those ‘ol rings
These are the many a wonderful things
As the May flies give me butterflies
I climb up the ladder to see ‘what’s a matter’
And what do I find, I’m just back to the grind…
Workin’ up a sweat in my ruby slippers
There’s no place like home, Child, There’s no place like home
Then why is it that she does nothing but roam?
To find me a heart and some courage and brain
She searches to find that her strength doth it drain
Ever so weary, she lies on the bed
Could I become free, ever rid of this dread?
But then shines the eyes of her ‘ol ‘Auntie Em’
She tells her to let them, let them, let them
Meeting Em’s eyes, she does see her view
If only before I could hardly have knew!
It’s not what they think, that’s not what’s at take
Instead it is lemonade of which I should make!
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