When it's springtime in Wyoming,
Where the gentle breezes blow about 70 miles an hour
And it is 52 below
You can tell you're in Wyoming,
When the snow drift you can cut,
And you take a breath of springtime air
And your nostrils both freeze shut.
The weather here is different,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave Wyoming,
My feet are frozen to the ground!
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