The Wizard

The wicked witch is dead.
Now we've got a wizard instead.
The bumbling fraud has no magic at all.
His machine is junk! The false fire and all.

Bring me a wizard with fire in his eyes,
With potions and spells that defy and mystify.
Who can turn a frog into a prince
And a dragon into a fly.
Then Poof! disappear
Right in front of your eyes.

Keep your weary wizard
With his carpetbag of tricks.
Keep his smoke and mirrors,
They're bound to make you sick!

And make my wizard
Out of magic, moon and castle mist.
Add the eye of newt,
A touch of toad to make it hiss.
Then stir in fire from heaven
And watch my wizard whiz!

He'll quench the scorch of the dragon
With one drop from his Holy Grail.
He'll terrorize the troll,
Make the wicked witches wail.
He'll charm the ancient serpent,
Grab it by the tail,
Swing it round and round,
Make a whirlwind whirl!

So keep your country wizard 
Promising rainbow skies.
Keep that Kansas Wizard at home
Eating Aunt Em's pies.

And bring me a wizard 
From old and ancient times.
Bring me a wizard
Who is fearless, free, and wild!
You bring me a wizard
With fire in his eyes,
And I'll take that wizard home with me
​And make that wizard mine.