made me recall this poem.  Very old. 

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EPILOGUE

I’m claiming that title now
The one Glinda tried to give me
When I was too fresh off the farm to know
what it meant
I’m not making that mistake again

Once the novelty of being back on safe ground wore off
They started to think I was Auntie Em
I started to think I was Auntie Em

And that dog was cute but
He was too damn small
to run the way I wanted to run

So sure, honey
You can call me Dorothy
I’ll call you Tin Man if that’s what works for ya
Just freshen my drink and then
three clicks and
We’re outta here

Tonight
let’s bet on those rainbow horses
We’re gonna make this our town
Screw the balloon man
I’m not getting into anything here
I can’t get myself out of

Tonight
I’m the bad witch
and when a good-looking twister
like you comes along
I gotta take off
Like I’m riding some killer house
And while I may not know where I’m gonna land
or whether I’ll even end up on top

I’ve been through this before
and let me tell you

Oz
sure beats the hell
outta Kansas