Wicked Witch of the East
Justin my pretty, where might you be?
Dorothy and Toto and you will make three,
Click your heels thrice, wish to go home,
Not in this lifetime, forever you'll roam,
The halls of the stute, with Bugs on your tail,
Attempts at escape, always will fail,
For Cratchet is lurking, what spell has she cast,
The toons they are finished, I know they can't last,
The Lion is Goofy, the Tin Man is rust,
My monkeys are flying, and soon I will bust,
Out of the stute, at last I'll be free.
GlendaNess is coming, she's from Nantucket,
In her left hand, she has a large bucket,
OH PLEASE NOT THE WATER!!!! Don't throw it on me,
I'M MELTING!!!! I'm melti....... I'm history.