In the fine, northern state of Alaska,|
The oceans do teem with Mollusca.
The mountains are full,
With caribou bull,
Too cold? When we get there, I'll ask ya.
The first state they named Delaware,
And I'm sure that we're all well aware,
That a longer shoreline,
Is sure mighty fine,
For freedom to really take air.
Take us to beautiful Idaho,
To statists we'll give the big heave-a-ho.
With spud and deep mine,
And the life aquiline,
But it's freedom we'll help Ida grow.
The big pine tree state is called Maine,
And it's soon to be freedom's domain.
We'll eat yummy lobsters,
And kick out the mobsters,
For the NAP is to be plain humane.
Such big sky has all of Montana,
(The liberty northern savannah),
That women and men,
Are tempted to sin,
Though freedom comes down just like manna.
Of granite is made our New Hampshire.
Her motto of fantastic structure.
The Old Man is there,
In liberty's care,
With heroes well-suited for sculpture.
Let's go live in great North Dakota,
Where freedom won't give an iota.
The rough riders there,
Have courage to spare,
And life smells as sweet as a rhoda.
Here's heading to good South Dakota,
And never to know freedom's coda.
The Mount Rushmore state,
Will never berate,
But proudly list liberty's rota.
To locate in dear old Vermont,
With Green Mountain Boys so gallant.
The fine sugar maples,
Like palazzo in Naples,
For liberty, we'll take that jaunt.
We may settle out west in Wyoming,
An end to our searching and roaming.
To say, "equal rights!"
And defend it with fights,
The "Porcs" to it will be homing.
And so lives the bold Free State Project,
With liberty lovers to inject.
The state will do well,
No need to rebel,
For honestly, freedom's the object.