He was a traveling man
Traversed the world by balloon
One day he landed in a magical place
Became a leader, the sun and the moon
This is a place where animals could talk
And people were taught in the arts
Could it be it’s all alchemy
What else could turn light into dark
But who was the very first lady
The one who possessed the first magic wand
Who turned sounds into syllables
Who taught the language down here in Oz
And who got the credit for it
Certainly, not she
They call it an accident
Or something done by he
And the angels look like flying monkeys
The angels look like flying monkeys