The rodent pops from the hole
not a weasel, not a mole
like a turtle from its shell,
we gather round waiting for a tell.
Winter, winter, go away…
Too bad, his shadow’s here to stay.
Somebody better get a gun–
that groundhog better run!
The rodent pops from the hole
not a weasel, not a mole
like a turtle from its shell,
we gather round waiting for a tell.
Winter, winter, go away…
Too bad, his shadow’s here to stay.
Somebody better get a gun–
that groundhog better run!
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