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.
>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.
>
>
Sarah L
"Friends are those people who know the words to the song in your heart and sing
them back to you when you have forgotten the words." (unattributed)
"Remember, I'm pulling for ya'.
We're all in this together." Red Green
"Paul T. Holland" <phol...@bellatlantic.net> wrote in message
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>
> Got this from my cousins in Beaconsfield, Iowa:
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> When it's Christmas time in Iowa,...