Kansas dust and Kansas drab and dull Left me rusty and kept me a girl-- So little air of loving, and of love less, No gladness in my heart whirled. And Auntie Em forever protesting: "There's no place like home." A burnt-black whirlwind shuddered through And blew me out of the world I knew, My young heart straining like a sail; I was so glad to move, I flew; I skipped down the swirled yellow bricks like a gale: "Here's no place like home." Flapping terror came and melting terror went, New friends proved true in terror's despite; The world's emerald ball rolls beneath my slippers.... But I no more am glad. I miss my Kansas; I click, and must confess: "There's no place like home."