Punxatawny Phil
Hiding away
Sleeping in warmth
He must stay
Sprung from his den
He heard a great noise
It sprouted from thousands
Of girls and boys
He was grabbed and brought up
For the crowd to see
And those poor, large, brown eyes
Said, "Pity me!"
He never saw shadow
On that cloudy day
But the people they said
Winter's here to stay
Poor 'ole Phil he was scared
As they lifted him up
They may think he is magic
He is just a pup
Who wants warmth and springtime
Like any of us
And he looks at you bravely, says
What's all the fuss?
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