Once, there was a Wicked Witch
In the lovely land of Oz
And a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder,
Wickeder Witch, there never was
She filled the folks in Munchkinland
With terror and with dread
'Til one fine day from Kansas way,
A cyclone caught a house that brought
The Wicked, Wicked Witch her doom
As she was flying on her broom
For the house fell on her head
And the coroner pronounced her dead
And through the town, the joyous news was spread
Ding dong! The Witch is dead
Which old witch, the Wicked Witch!
Ding dong! The Wicked Witch is dead