As your riding past miles and miles of open land
Be sure to take the time to catch the Prairie grand
Keep your eyes wide open, you just might catch a glimpse
Liquid gold growing right up close to the old wire fence
She starts her show when she’s fully awake
without fail, your breath she’s guaranteed to take
Dressed to the nines in golden petals of eight
A backdrop of an open prairie wide without a gate
She’ll dance her stem off right in front of you
So sit right by your window to get a private view
yes! it is that time of the year!