Carole is dancing a jig;
No longer worried by hospice papers,
Of that Carole gives not a fig!
Now she’s up with there with the N*m*rs
Sharing her chocolate pudding pie;
While we poor souls are off a-gnashing,
Going: “why, oh why, can’t I?”
No more concerns of wills and relations:
Carole now deals in the higher things,
Like finding appreciation in the unalloyed joy
That only a simple smile brings.
Somewhere, over the rainbow
Way up high—
Soon we’ll all be again with Carole
As passes the sweet by-and-by.
–thank you Harold Arlen (music) and
E.Y. Harburg (lyris) for your beautiful song.
And thanks to AD Arthur Freed for helping
keep the song in “Wizard of Oz”