McKinley Dorothy
(McKinley) I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze, not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf living in every part of the yard. They don't mean to be greedy, that's just what they are. Falling asleep I feel the walls bending close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em God would you look what's coming. This was no storm I could sleep through, like some silly Dorothy, it blew holes in me before I could say, "There never was a place, there never was a place like home." I was going to join Custer's army or John Wayne's posse. On my Bantan bike I'd ride away. I never spoke of my plans to travel. I was too afraid I wouldn't be begged to stay. Now falling asleep I feel the walls bending close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em God would you look what's coming. This is no storm I can sleep through, like some silly Dorothy, it'll blow holes in me before I can say, "There never was a place, there never was a place like home."