A groundhog is a woodchuck.
He burrows in the ground
And if alfalfa’s plentiful
He soon packs on the pounds.
He hibernates in wintertime
And sleeps through Groundhog Day
So he sees nothing, rain or shine—
The cold should NEVER stay!
But folks insist he leave his bed;
The custom somehow stuck
So if he could, this day is one
I’m sure that he would chuck.
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