Why I Love Nebraska
This I got from Mars in an email.
When it's Christmas time in Nebraska,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And it's fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Nebraska
'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 Nebraska.
My feet are frozen to the ground!
Back to Mind Scrap *W*.
