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Ode to a Groundhog
The groundhog is a jolly fellow Even though he is sometimes yellow. He is cool and very mellow. I think he is really swello. In winter he sleeps in fields that are fallow, A quiet chap, he never bellows. I’ve never seen one that eats green jello, But I still think that he is swello. On groundhog day he looks for his shadow, If he sees it that’s really bad-o The shadow of this swell ol’ fellow Means six more weeks of winter will follow Purrs, BugBug February 2004
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