“[sighs] Maybe Hugo is right. Maybe I should be in a place where I won't get into any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Minimus. (Minimus: I'm not sure, Sofia. Do you?) Well, there must be. It can't be a place you can get to by a boat or a train. (Minimus: What kind of place could it be?) I think it's a place far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain...”
—Sofia the First and Minimus
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
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney-tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why, can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why, can't I?