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!
Dawn Marie Paul Art & Books