(I stole this from Sharon Harmsen's Facebook, but it is so fitting. I had to blog it.)
It's winter in Iowa And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Iowa When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is... wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Iowa I'm frozen to the ground!
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