Idaho

There she is Home sweet Home A place with a look of beauty of Rome I lustrous gardens and basking light Town houses shimmer even at night No rough strangers here at all Any array of leaves when it is fall The children play in snow sometimes Because they live in nursery rhymes Man and wife never fight here For every venue is honest and clear Guarding mountains and great farmland Stretches of Lava rock and sands Lakes and streams sparkle forever Forrest of birds and beast living together Hero’s and athletes compete in games With high spirits corsing through veins The magic is here in all forms of life Even the pan would entertain his fife “IDAHO”