A Song for Groundhog Day!

An Ode to the Groundhog by Paul Allan Krause

 

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On February 2, when the sun's out of bed 

there's a critter in his borrow with dreams in his head, 

 

"Oh Springtime is that you calling me? 

Oh, Springtime I can hardly wait to see

birds in the bushes, babbles in the brook, green in the grasses 

won't someone take a look and see." 

 

Now the winter winds are blowing 

and the skies are cold and dark, 

but prematurely stirring is a groundhog's anxious heart. 

Well-wakened from his slumber 

he struggles to his feet 

he staggers up his burrow excitedly repeats, 

 

"Oh Springtime is that you calling me? 

Oh, Springtime I can hardly wait to see?"

birds in the bushes, babbles in the brook, green in the grasses 

won't someone take a look and see." 

 

Now groundhogs lack pretension, 

they're not the least bit bold, 

but with hearts so full of passion 

they'll walk out in the cold. 

There's lore about the groundhog 

a coward some will say, 

but this lover's not a fighter 

and in six weeks will say, 

 

"Oh Springtime is that you calling me? 

Oh, Springtime I can hardly wait to see 

birds in the bushes, babbles in the brook, green in the grasses 

won't someone take a look and see.

 won't someone take a look and see." 

 

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