> 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 never could leave IOWA
> Because I'm frozen to the ground.
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