Poor, poor Dorothy Gail, she's seeing tin men and lions.
Is Oz a place deep within your mind, or just over the horizon?
The Yellow bricks lie broken now revealing blacktop below them.
Dorothy sits in a drooling stare, her grip on sanity growing thin.
The talking scarecrow is now a lunatic screaming in the night.
The wizard scribbling endless notes to document his plight.
The tin man has gone digital and moved to Silicone Valley.
He says that in the land of Oz, to war the munchkins do rally.
Outside the Emerald Cities walls, hungry lions roam.
Dorothy’s' voice repeating endlessly, "there's no place like home"
Though they thought the witch lay slain, the evil never died
The flying monkey's carry on, for retribution they do cry.
The rainbow has been gone for years, now there’s just despair.
The colors fade to black and white, no one dreams they do not dare
Poor, poor Dorothy Gail, she's seeing tin men and lions...

William VanDorin � 2001