The grills are hot, the fans all cheer, Before the game, we gather here. In black and gold, we chant with might, A Hawkeye tailgate—what a sight! What am I?
With branches strong, I stretch so wide, In Iowa fields, I stand with pride. My acorns fall, my roots run deep, Beneath my shade, cool rest you keep! What am I?
In black and gold, I flit and sing, A tiny bird with golden wings. The state’s proud bird, I soar so high, With cheerful chirps against the sky! What am I?
My petals bloom in pink so bright, A state’s own flower, pure delight. Though wild I grow, my name is sweet, With thorny stems and scent so neat! What am I?
A sculpture cool, yet made with care, At a fair so grand, you’ll find me there. I stand so still, yet crowd’s delight, A dairy marvel, pure and white! What am I?
A leader’s past, a town so small, A library holds the records all. From West Branch came a president’s name, Preserving history, this place remains! What am I?
A house where terror took its stand, Where echoes linger through the land. By ax they fell, a tale so grim, In Villisca, the lights grow dim! What am I?
Crooked and steep, my path's unique, A cyclist’s test, a thrilling streak. I twist and turn, then bend some more, In Burlington, I make wheels sore! What am I?
A movie field where dreams come true, Where ghosts in pinstripes play with you. In Dyersville, I stand so tall, A baseball site well known to all! What am I?
A small-town girl, a silver star, My grace and charm were known afar. From Denison, I shined so bright, A golden role in It’s a Wonderful Life! Who am I?
An actress bright, I stole the scene, From Des Moines, I graced the screen. With wit and charm, my roles were gold, My legend’s one that’s proudly told! Who am I?
I help you clean, I help you chill, In homes across the world, I thrill. In Newton, I was made with pride, A household name known far and wide! What am I?
Through storms and winds, I stand so tall, Keeping homes secure for all. Windows, doors, my sturdy craft, My name’s from a town where I was staffed! What am I?
In breakfast bowls, I make my stay, With oats and grains, I start your day. In Cedar Rapids, I am made, A wholesome brand that won’t soon fade! What am I?
I roll through fields, both far and near, A farmer's friend, I persevere. Green and yellow, strong and true, My name’s in every field you view! What am I?
A town remembers a leader true, A president born, red, white, and blue. West Branch gathers to celebrate, A hometown day that’s truly great! What am I?
Horses, buggies, quilts, and pies, A simple life, no tech applies. Where Amish roots are strong and true, A peaceful town to travel through! What am I?
Covered spans with stories to tell, Love and history blend so well. A festival named for pages turned, Where romance and bridges are both well-learned! What am I?