Lyrics of 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!