From his den he heard the chatter
He was sound asleep until the prater
What's this shadow thing about
I was warm until they pulled me out
At least 'till Spring I wish they'd wait
Don't they know I hibernate
Why would I still be in the den
If I thought it Winters end
Oh, this Groundhog Day I loathe
Next year I'll just keep my eyes closed.
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