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 slich
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch
Which was not a happy situation for the Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below.
Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh,
sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!
As Mayor of the Munchkin City,
In the County of the Land of Oz,
I welcome you most regally.
But we've got to verify it legally,
Is morally, ethic'lly
Undeniably and reliably Dead
As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.
Then this is a day of Independence
For all the Munchkins and their descendants
Yes, let the joyous news be spread
The wicked Old Witch at last is dead!