Matthew's Favorite State

Matthew, Oh, Matthew, wouldn’t it be great

If next year on this particular and most special date

It became, to your excitement, your most pleasant fate

To hang out in Iowa, your most favorite state?

And drive and drive until really quite late

While listening to Bart ask (for the 100th time) for a butter plate

While the lobsters run wild, though they’d taken the bate.

You see, they chose not to accept their fate,

Though honestly they all still probably got ate.

And you’ll be sitting there chilling in your most glorious fate,

Though basking might be a better word since you won’t be chilled on that date.

You’ll be thinking how good it felt to wear a suit that you hate

And how pleased you were to sacrifice for your brother and his mate

And you’ll be wondering why the Newsboys became the band of Michael Tait

And why your brother made you do this when his wedding was actually on a later date.

It was all brotherly love, you see, because your brother knew it’d be great

If on your birthday you got the treat of visiting your very most favorite state.

…after Utah of course, but that’s asking too much.