The Journey to Oz

 

Hey Dorothy, where do your footsteps tread?
Where has your faithful Toto been led?
Have you looked on the sky of a magical land,
Where the Munchkins were crushed by a witch’s dark hand?

Your silver shoes shine with a shimmering light,
As you walk to the city of emerald bright.
To seek out the Wizard, the great and the wise,
Follow the path where the gold bricks arise.

I see you now walking with straw by your side,
Soon the stiff Tin Woodman will join in your stride.
Pour oil on his joints till he moves like a stream,
And marches along toward the end of your dream.

Do you hear the great Lion who roars through the glade?
He is harmless and shaking, of shadows afraid.
Give him your comfort, your trust, and your hand,
And together you’ll conquer this beautiful land.

The Scarecrow is searching to find a new brain,
The Woodman seeks love through his sorrow and pain.
The Lion wants courage to stand and be bold,
But what is the wish that your heart has not told?

Be cautious, young traveller, for eyes watch your path,
The Witch of the West is preparing her wrath.
If Winkie battalions should block up your track,
Command your brave Lion to strike and fight back.

With a splash from your bucket, the wicked must fade,
And melt in the shadows the tyranny made.
"What a world!" she cries out as she shrinks from the floor,
An era of darkness is ended once more.