Out of his hole, he poked his snout
and wondered what all the fuss was about.
They snatched him up and named him Phil
Then took him to a Pennsylvania hill.
He lives up there in luxury
to predict spring's arrival for you and me.
Just once a year he's on display.
They've even named it Groundhog Day!
He's quite amazed, he must confess,
that his shadow has brought him so much success.
He'll never retire..not ever, no way.
He has the best job in the whole USA!
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