One more place to visit before you die. Or after, if you can manage it. Forgive me for the melodic interlude in which I must now indulge.
Oh, give me a home.
Where the buffalo roam.
And the deer and the horny toads play.
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word. Or a collie dog barking.
And the sky is not cloudy all day. Except at sunset, which gives Kansas the best sunsets in the world.