So Puff posts and this pops into my head when I see he's from Oklahoma.
Try to get this song outa your head at 1:30 in the morning...
OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain!
OOOOk-lahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I, Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky.