What de use ter go agin
What de groun’ hog say,
Little bud, dat done unfol’
’Fo’e Spring come dis way?
’Tis a shame fo’ dat sunshine
Ter be foolin’ you,
When mo’ fros’ am prophesied
By de prophet true:
If de sun am shinin’ bright,
He turn right away
Back into dat cozy bed,
Whar till spring he stay.
But if clouds am in de sky,
Den he know, fo’ sho,
Dat de winter am done pass
Ter return no mo’.
Yestiday, when he creep out
Frum his winter den,
He des turn his se’f erbout,
En went in agin.
He ain’t easy ter deceive
By warm sun en breeze,
Kaze he got a way ter know
If dey’ll be a freeze.
Wish de sunshine wouldn’t ’vite
Flowers ter unfol’,
When de prophet prophesy
Dar gwine be mo’ col’;
Wish de little buds could know
What de groun’ hog say,
En would stay shet, close en tight,
Till Spring come ter stay.