Oh, how I love thee! You have so many trees.
Everyday I look up to your big sky, and sometimes I want to cry.
For I see the large hawks, the wild turkey, the mass migration of Canadian geese, and it gives me reason for glee!
Your people are diverse, even if some are perverse.
I pass a pick-up on the road, and I get a wave from some toothless toad.
Your summer nights are hot, but your grey winters are not.
Your summer days are divine, I pick tomatoes off my vine.
We spend our summer days together as I lounge in your sun at the pool. How I long for those summer days, they are just so cool!
But inevitably, your summer days must end. So red and orange sunsets you send.
But my Dear Kans-ass, you really do kick some ace.
I've lived here for eight years, there's just been a few tears.
Besides it could be worse, I could be living in Missouri.