(Sung to the song "OKLAHOMA" Keep in mind I am not a song writer.)
OOOOO-klahoma where the snow falls at the end of March. And the waving wheat would sure smell sweet if it wasn't covered with frost. OOOOOO-klahoma every night my honey, kids and I, plan a trip to the park then change the mark because we're frozen in until JULY!
We know we belong to the land (yes sir), and the land we belong to is fickle and then we say, "YOOOW, I yip I owe EEE BRRRRR." We're only saying you're doin fine Oklahoma, Oklahoma. OK, honey will you thaw out my car?!
Now where's my chai latte? It's cold out here!!