Now, you wonder what was Toto’s role?
In this wee bit of insanity,
Brewing storm--slice of life;
Besides, being along, just for the ride--
(in a hand basket no less)

Tripping on the yellow brick road
Spiraling cosmos expand the emerald land;
Flaming dandelion sun explodes
Into fluffy seeds of reality that spin
Along the axis of dreaming minds.
Do you know the witch’s dual identity?
(quite like someone else we know)
Forces of good/evil in us all
To make us wonder whom will win, in the end;
But, is there chaos? An disorderly order
Without rhyme and reason
Crashing houses/raging fires
Sweeping of time’s bitter broom.
Only in fantasy does rightness
Conclude the show
At the rainbow end; and
The munchkins are all full of holes
Always grinning, tinny songs
Forced into little roles
(thy shall laugh; forever-ever, amen)
Thus, it was scripted so.

Now you are you still in wonder?
At what was Toto’s role
In this wee bit of insanity,
Brewing storm--slice of life;
Besides being along just for the ride;
(in a hand basket no less)

He was the key to the whole show
Pulling the curtain aside to expose
That the awesome wizard had no clothes;
Dealer in illusions, monstrous delusions
That forces without; can fix the problems within,
All flash, no cash, when push came to shove!
You can’t ask the fake wizard what to do,
He is too busy pulling levers and flashing red lights;
Arrangement of distractions;
Now you know, that only you--
Can deal with the tornado in the maelstrom named life;
See clear with the third eye of your straw mind
Your own wondrous wisdom that is real
As you open true/blue heart of tin
To embrace the insubstantiality of the world
With the courage of your mighty roar--
Which leaves us with the little lass,
Alas, poor Dorothy still dreams in the opium fields
Crimson days that never end
Futilely tapping her ruby slippers;
‘tis, was all but an illusion
(don’t you know?)
Child, you can never go home!

So we wonder from which dream
Reality did she wake up from?
Of course, Toto knows, but
He only barks while he laughs;
Snug in the hand basket called life.
(who’s dream was this anyway?)