KANSAS

We're called one of the Plains states,
But there's nothing plain about us.
Our vast open prairies
Show panoramas that are marvelous.

Some think we're hicks
And don't know what's what--
Our farmers feed the world,
Some countries send students here to be taught.

We may not be the Big Apple,
Or ritzy like Beverly Hills--
But we know the meaning of hard work--
Each year our plows the ground tills.

We may dress like cowboys,
But we don't fight "Injuns"--
We're really quite articulate
And have our own interesting opinions.

I've been to the mountains and oceans--
They're a wondrous sight.
I keep coming home to Kansas--
It's my home and guiding light.