THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

  Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,

  From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 

  To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,

  Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.

  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.

                                       Keith Garrett 

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