A Wisconsin Poem

It's winter in Wisconsin
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Wisconsin,
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air,
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could not leave Wisconsin,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!