I Am From . . .
Omaha
Where cows roam
And we cheer for the Huskers
When I lost my first tooth
How I learned to speak
Where corn grows
And we visit the best zoo
When I first rode my bike
How I learned to sing
Where meadowlarks sing
And we eat Runzas
When I first camped under the stars
How I learned to dance
Where goldenrod sways
And we celebrate trees
When I first went to school
How I learned to love
I would choose no where else
This is where I became me
I am from Omaha
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