The piercing sound of cicadas the wind dances over the wheat when out of the sky in the blink of an eye comes a witch, on a broom bringing heat A midwestern twister of fury a box full of chaos and show on a ruby-red slipper fixation in a gown that's as black as a crow Dot’s in a battle worth fighting Dot’s in a fight she must win With a gaggle of misfits and losers for friends On a mission to get back to her kin A bright-hearted girl from West Kansas no boyfriends or lovers to call struck down by the words of a wizard who wasn’t a wizard at all Fell asleep in a field full of poppies woke with a head full of fear approached the green castle with caution but spoke like the tip of a spear Dot’s in a battle worth fighting Dot’s in a fight she must win With a gaggle of misfits and losers for friends On a mission to get back to her kin She wakes to the wind in her navel the bees fulminate in their hive the blue mink is donning red sable the white wolf is barely alive Tracing the stitch on her pillow she imagines the blood in her veins she chases the witch up a willow till the beat of her heart starts to wane Dot’s in a battle worth fighting Dot’s in a fight she must win With a gaggle of misfits and losers for friends On a mission to get back to her kin She skipped over bricks that were yellow she fought with the man made of straw met a cat terrified of his shadow found the hollow man’s heart in a drawer Trapped in a dreamscape of terror with demons of doubt in her head overcame the evil that faced her and the twister spinning over her bed Dot’s in a battle worth fighting Dot’s in a fight she must win With a gaggle of misfits and losers for friends On a mission to get back to her kin
