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 to her home,
So she agreed to help the people of the troubled land,
The people told her to follow the road golden stone,
She ran eagerly across the road, trying to find the Wizzard who would hopefully give 'er a helping hand.

Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
Shall you venture down the dark corridor,
Or avoid all tasks at hand and regret your choice forever more,

The girl ran across many friends searching for something to,
One a brain, one a heart, and one courage, but little had they knew,
That as they ventured on the things they never had grew and grew,
You see the girl had a magic powers too,
The power of a kind heart to bring the magic powers drew.

Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
Should you go with the crowd, or leave your journey to yourself,
I hope you will choose wisely and not have any single regret,

The girl and her friends came across the bounty hunter,
The hunter put up a fight that was great and valiant,
But he underestimated the power of his foes friendship,
Something he tries to have but simply can't,

Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
Should we keep ourselves locked out from the world so is not to get hurt,
Or should we go outside with bravery and take our chances of dieing in the dirt,

The girl and her friends found the wizzards castle,
and found the witch atop the roof and all they could utter was, "what a hastle"
The witch attempted to smite them with her dark arts,
But the friends prevailed through team work, and a little water too,
But the true thing they say that burned the Witch was the power of their hearts,

Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
If we come across our greatest weakness should we run away with cowardice,
Or should we act as the braver elephant that takes charge and crushes the mice,

The girl and her friends entered the wizzards home,
Only to find he was just a hoax, a simple pathetic old nome,
But they did learn through him that they had what they were searching all along,
And through the realization they gained forms of intellegence, kindness, and courage that was so strong.

Curious things,
Curious things,
Happen o so often,
Should we take risks and venture towards our goals,
Or should we trie to forget them until we are old foals,

The girl bid goodbye to her friends,
and decided to venture home as the land was in peace and in ammends,
She woke to find that her journey was a dream,
and that everything she did hand nothing and no mean,

Although! Alas! She found proof her journey was not for naught,
For she found the whiskers of a lion on her her shirt, what a curious thing she had caught...

What a curious thing...









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