Lost Men of Munchkin Town
(Tune: Three Score and Ten)

Methinks I see a hearty group
Of Munchkins brave and true
And maybe there, amongst the fair,
A Winkie gent or two,
They'd been gathered on the commons wide
Playing at Munchkin boule
When from the blue, a farmhouse flew
And turned them into gruel

Cho:

It was three score and ten

Munchkin men

Lost when the house came down

There were Munchkin tears on Munchkin ears

All over Munchkin town

The mayor and  his oldest son,

The Munchkin milkman too

Were all squashed flat when the house went splat,

And turned into Munchkin glue

Methinks I see those Munchkins still
Laughing, alive and free
Before so many were thrown down
(And one up in a tree);
Methinks I see them gathered there,
Living their Munchkin lives
Expecting soon to homeward go,
To join their Munchkin wives

Cho.

Methinks I see them yet again,
Trimming their caps of blue
And going 'round their Munchkin town
Fond duties for to do;
They are lost beneath that Kansas house
No more, the boules to toss
But the witch, that bitch, at least is gone
So it wasn't a total loss.

Cho.