Wyoming Poem

Wyoming Poem

Author Unknown

It's winter in Wyoming

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At twenty-five below

Oh, how I love Wyoming

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'll guess I'll hang around

I could never leave Wyoming

'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.