  Ole Mistah Groun'-hog rouse hisse'f Fum dat long nap he take; He say: "Ah 'spec' Ah'd bettah move,— It's gittin' late, my sake!" So he jes' rub his ole eyes wide, En dress up foh a stroll; He crawl out ob his hole! Up yondah shine de big red sun, Eh-blazin' in the sky, En at his side his shaddeh walk,— So Mistah Groun'-hog fly! He skeehed so bad he tuhn him 'roun' En say, "Ah wake too soon; Ah'll jes' go home en take a nap 'Twel Sunday aftehnoon!" So Mistah Groun'-hog run en run En crawl his deep hole in, Toh snooze ehway foh six moah weeks 'Foh he wakes up ehgin! |
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