The second month, the second day,
We know is
Groundhog's Holiday.
The keeper of the local zoo,
Photographers,
reporters, too,
Anxiously await together
Woodchuck's forecast of
the weather.
Each year this time he leaves his hearth,
His home
beneath good Mother Earth.
He wiggles out to see the sun
And sure
enough - ask anyone-
Should he perchance his shadow see,
Back to his
home again he'll flee.
And that sign's still the surest thing
Six weeks must pass before it's spring!
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