Why I Love North Dakota When it's springtime in North Dakota, And the gentle breezes blow, About seventy miles an hour And it's fifty-two below. You can tell you're in North Dakota 'cause the snow's up to your butt, The drifts are ten feet high, And the chiles cannot grow, You take a breath of Springtime air And your nostrils both freeze shut. The weather here is wonderful, So I guess I'll hang around, I could NEVER leave North Dakota. My feet are frozen to the ground.