Take me to that place
Where all witches aren't evil
And they pacify petite citizens
While roaming in translucent bubbles

Take me to that place Where monkeys inhabit the skies
With their plump winged bodies
Taking part in effortless flight

Take me to that place
Where scarecrows can not only look after cornfields
But engage in friendly conversation
Even if they are brainless

Take me to that place
Where tin woodsmen dance down the roads
Loving you with the heart they don't have

Take me to that place
Where lions have nightmares
And need you to console their courage-less self

Take me to that place
Where wizards aren't bad men
Just very bad sorcerers

Take me there
For I'm ready to go
To that yellow bricked road
Over the rainbow