Burt Lar walked down the long and dusty highway
Lined with villagers deserted by his courage
As Tin-man stopped by for another lube
Through the tube in top of his head
Scarecrow cries out in the field
No yellow-brick-roads lead
Down town in my mind
To
Any
Might switch out our worn out
Old hearts in on a superior brain
Dorothy arrived late at my backdoor
Having fallen through the eye of a storm
Clutching her little one dressed up as Toto
She held firmly right up and under her breasts
Sniffing out those bricks of gold
Through the poppies they did go
Off to see the wizard who had no use for Tin-man
Or his unfortunate friends but the old wizard's wild
Desire for Dorothy caused her pet Toto to bite him
On his small leg hidden behind blue velvet curtains
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