It really was no miracle.
What happened was just this.
The wind began to switch, the house to pitch,
And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then, the Witch - to satisfy an itch,
Went flying on her broomstick,
Thumbing for a hitch.
And oh, what happened then was rich.
The house began to pitch.
The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
The house began to pitch.
The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
Who began to twitch and was reduced to just a stitch
of what was once the Wicked Witch!