There is a place where the corn stalks grow high . . .

For no conceivable reason except the taxpayer subsidy . . .

It's a place where the meth cooks up just right . . .

Whether Uncle Sam likes it or not . . .

It’s a place where the nation’s politicians come to pander . . .

A place whose own politicians defended Joe Stalin to the nation . . .

Also dog fighting . . .
And here in this magic land of Iowa, with its abundant surplus of copywriters and art directors, is produced a guidebook to Pure Michigan . . .

Because no one in the Great Lake State knows how to do advertising . . .

Corn. Meth. Pandering. Michigan Economic Development Corporation contracts. That’s Pure Iowa.