Floating in your iridescent bubble
High above the bright red poppy fields
Of Munchkin land, you beg to spread the news.
Gloating of the triumph over troubles
Now that evil has been vanquished by degree,
You arrive to rave reviews.
Bless the little people.
They don’t fear you, but revere you,
Wait in line so they can cheer you
For the good news that you bring.
Call your name, “ding dong”, so happy.
Sing a song that’s short and snappy,
Heaping praise on high to cause the bells to ring.
But the evil is still lurking in the corners,
Silent, smirking. Waiting to affect
Its measure of reprise.
Help us overcome its power,
Growing stronger by the hour,
As we find the simple truth of your disguise.
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