Where are you from: the middle
Stuck in the cheese, the snow, the foot
Went to a ball in a bay, heads hatted
On your mosquito day: thank you for
Boating on top of the dock
Beers in the captain don't roll on a rock
New mighty Glarus a trademark to sip
Hold onto your poles these skis get a grip
Under the trees that oaky on grass
Burning the meadow to redo the mass
Lutheran spires consider the road
County J folds up wherever you go
There is a state, it's in the between
Make up your plate with bratwurst
And fish, fried to the Friday and not
Just the first; sometimes we're purple
Other times resentful, but bring on the cold
It's not so eventful
Roman Ryan 