It Really Was No Miracle

It really was no miracle
 What happened was just this
 The wind began to switch, the house to pitch
 And suddenly the hinges started to unhitch
 Just then the Witch, to satisfy an itch
 Went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch
 And oh, what happened then was rich
 The house began to pitch
 The kitchen took a slitch
 It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch
 Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch
 The house began to pitch
 The kitchen took a slitch
 It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch
 Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch
 Who began to twitch and was reduced
 To just a stitch of what was once the Wicked Witch