Massachusetts

There's a state I say I've never forayed, ever, into ever And I lie because I find I recall passing on my way to visit Maine Tidbit for you, forego lobsters, get the blueberries In the form of pie, or ice cream, or fresh off the vine But what I mean to say of this Is that I don't know Massachusetts Olivia tells me of the bricky rusty tone of the Bit called Cambridge, which I've seen on the movies and the tv screens And they tell me of a doughnut place My interest piques, my face relays, Any state with a tasty place for pastry makes my heartbeat race And they show me such pretty nature! Glowing, grassy, crisp, I wager And it makes me think about my little place and purpose now On earth and how so miniscule all my burdens sound But what I mean to say of this Is Massachusetts I admit I do not know a single bit But it strikes a chord in my heart