Why I Love Iowa
It's winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour
At 52 below!
Oh, how I love Iowa
When the snow's up to your butt,
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave Iowa
Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
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