Oh, How I Miss IOWA!

I can't take credit for the poem nor do I know to whom credit is due. However, true words. Although, I could argue that it could just as easily describe Utah!

It's winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At twenty-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

'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!