It’s Winter in Nebraska

Someone sent me this poem a long time ago. I googled the first few lines, without a state name, and apparently it's been used for pretty much every state that gets any snow. :) Unfortunately, I wasn't able to track down the origin of the poem.

It’s Winter in Nebraska

Its winter in Nebraska,
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Nebraska,
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter,
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Nebraska,
My ass is frozen to the ground.