I Come From Minnesota

I come from Minnesota

Where Minnehaha falls,

Lakes freeze over in winter

As well as your eyelids;

And stories of Paul and Babe

Fill young minds to overflowing.

And where you grew up

In real neighborhoods and

Fannie Cohen would call your mother

Whenever you misbehaved.

And where surprised New Yorkers would come

Wondering where the cows were

That they were told wandered the streets.