Gotta love IOWA!!

WHY I LOVE IOWA

AT

CHRISTMAS TIME

When it's Christmas time in Iowa,

And the gentle breezes blow,

About seventy miles an hour

And it's fifty-two below.

You can tell you're in Iowa

'Cause the snow's up to your butt,

And you take a breath of Christmas air

And your nose holes both freeze shut.

The weather here is wonderful,

So I guess I'll hang around,

I could NEVER leave Iowa.

My feet are frozen to the ground.