What's up, Buttercup?

Y'all are good enough to stop by and comment on this weirdness, so I feel like I should give you something new to look at from time to time. I don't mind. Really. It's the least I can do, and I mean that in the most literal way possible. It's staggering how many things I can manage to not do just to get more silliness arranged and displayed so fetchingly on this world-wide interweb of ours.

I don't have any information on the author of this little ditty, but I'd like for everyone to put on their character shoes and go sit in the surrey. You know. The one with the fringe on top.

Now, let's all sing together:

SNO-klahoma, where the cold front's sweepin' down the
plain,
And the piles of sleet beneath your feet
Follow right behind the freezing rain.

SNO-klahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Travel home from work and hope some jerk
Doesn't wreck our car in passing by.

We know we belong to the land
But it could use more salt and more sand!

And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're slick as snot SNO-klahoma,
SNO-klahoma, Oy Vey