O...klahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain
And the waving wheat, it sure smells sweet
When the wind comes right behind the plain!
O...klahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk, and watch the hawks
Makin' lazy circles in the sky!
We know we belong to the land, and the land we belong to is grand!
So when we say 'Yeow! A-yip-i-yo-i-yay!'
We're only sayin' 'You're doing fine Oklahoma!'
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, Oklahoma! Yeow!
Ahhh... glorious reflections of a misspent pledgeship! 
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Causa latet vis est notissima - the cause is hidden, the results are well known.
Alpha Alpha (University of Oklahoma) Chapter, #814, 1984
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