Winter in Idaho Poem

Its Winter in Idaho

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles and hour

and thirty five below.

OH, how I Love I-DA-HO

When the snows 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 Idaho

Cuz, I'm frozen to the ground