  When the second of February rolls around, Out of his hole in the cold, dark ground Comes Mr. Groundhog to look at the sky And see if the season of summer is nigh; So that he in the fields may merrily run And eat farmers' crops 'neath the light o' the sun. But if his own shadow he unfortunately sees, In the greatest of terror he falls on his knees, And quickly returns to his subterra home, Resolving that he will not again roam Till six stormy weeks have slowly gone by, And then once again, perhaps he will try To put his flat head above the cold ground, And take a survey of the earth all around. So I made up my mind that during the year I'd keep him at home so he couldn't appear. And to bring wintry weather he hadn't a chance, |
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