WHY I LOVE Kansas...
When it's Wintertime in Kansas,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Kansas
'Cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of country air
And your nostrils both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave Kansas.
My feet are frozen to the ground.