Somewhere over the rainbow . . .

On Fridays there are "concerts" during lunch in the reception area at my school. Today, as I was walking back to my classroom after lunch I stopped a minute to listen as a music teacher was playing a Wizard of Oz classic . . .

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.