"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
It's winter in Montana
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Montana
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Montana,
Cause I'm frozen to the ground.