Sound the horns and strike the tabors!
Hail to thee, O eastern neighbors!
Your great Wisconsin legislature
Has changed the course of man and nature.
With sinews stiff, they’ve risked a chance
And named the polka your state dance!
They dealt first with minutiae,
Like highways, schools, and bills to pay,
Then passed this bill so bold and fateful,
Making tuba players grateful!
Let Rio keep its carioca,
Madison’s endorsed the polka!
Those legislators, deft and nimble,
Have nabbed another fine state symbol.
They have a bird, they have a beer,
They have a sandwich (grilled cheese, we hear).