Through a twister she journeyed across the sky,
From her home in Kansas she and her dog said goodbye.
To fantasy from reality in a place she fell,
Of tiny people in this land, where they did dwell.
If home is where she wanted then a walk she would take,
Down a long road of yellow brick to a city she would make.
Along the way, three friends she would meet,
Searching for something, each one was unique.
Till the end they would fight a wicked soul,
Conquer and receive what it was they were told.
Click your heels together, one, two, three,
There’s no place like home, back there she would be.