WINTER Poem

                               It's winter in Nebraska

                               And the gentle breezes blow

                               Seventy miles an hour

                               At thirty-five below.

                               Oh, how I love Nebraska

                               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 Nebraska

                               I'm frozen to the ground!