To me, the Hut Sut Song has always represented Midwestern farm families of good strong Swedish, Norwegian, Danish and Dutch stock. The Hut Sut Song represents the corn fields, young freckled-face boys clambering onto the bed of Dad's pickup truck, with their Norwegian sheepdog, Tighe, not far behind. It has always represented Ma Parkins, in her apron, calling the boys in to dinner from the fields, smiling and putting a fresh Apple Pie on the windowsill. It has always represented the wholesome neighbor girl, Sally Neuwirth, skipping home from the little red schoolhouse to her family farm, while singing the German folk songs her grandparents, Herman and Elke, taught her. It has always represented tuning in to the Farm Bureau reports on WHO Radio in Des Moines, attending basketball games and pep rallies for the Wolverines at the Grant High School gym. It has always represented a time in America when everything was good and pure and shining bright!