It Really Was No Miracle Songtext
von Harold Arlen

It really was no miracle, what happened was just this:
The wind began to switch, the house to pitch,
And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then, the Witch - to satisfy an itch,
Went flying on her broomstick,
Thumbing for a hitch.
And oh, what happened then was rich.
The house began to pitch.
The kitchen took a slitch. It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
The house began to pitch.
The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
Who began to twitch
And was reduced to just a stitch
Of what was once the Wicked Witch