February second once more.
Calendar sez Groundhog Day tiz.
I, Punxsutawney Phil, show for
A few seconds of pure show biz.
If I see my shadow, folks say
Six more weeks of winter to go.
So humans drag me out this day,
From my fancy manmade burrow,
Which has a window. Folks can peep
Into my life the whole year round.
Tales told of me have piled up deep
Over a century of ground.
Ever life elixir I drink.
Some strawberry Kool-Aid I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem