A girl about the age of nine,
Came across a little house so fine,
She stopped to have a picnic inside,
When the house lifted, and took her for a ride,
Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
We can choose to listen very closely,
Or not at all which happens mostly...
She landed in a bright and colorful land,
A land troubled by evil witches, and
A vicious bounty hunter,
working for the witches eating out of their hands,
Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
It's up to us if we choose to believe they're real,
or if they're dreams we will later learn we could not feel,
All the girl wanted, was to get back