We are off! To see the frozen tundra!

In honor of me venturing back up to Rexburg, Idaho to attend my fifth semester at BYU-Idaho, I figured it would be good to write a little poem which goes a little somethin like this:
Rexburg is like an iceberg.
It is full of nice nerds.
But not so many birds.
This poem is not very great,
but it's getting kinda late.
I feel that I should close the gate,
and let this poem wait,
before I get irate.

This is how Rexburg sometimes make me feel, but, non-the-less, I am still excited to return to the beloved frozen tundra which I claim as my second home.