| Why I love |
| North Dakota |
| When it's springtime in North Dakota, |
| And the gentle breezes blow, |
| About seventy miles an hour |
| And it's fifty-two below. |
| You can tell you're in North Dakota |
| 'Cause the snow's up to your butt, |
| And you take a breath of springtime air |
| And your nose holes both freeze shut. |
| The weather here is wonderful, |
| So I guess I'll hang around, |
| I could never leave North Dakota, |
| My feet are frozen to the ground! |
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