Never thought,
I would see the day,
Phil’s gone missing,
His den’s empty.
The top-hatted men,
In the pre-dawn air,
Can’t find the groundhog,
Anywhere!
Do you think it’s because,
Of Staten Island Chuck?
Dropped by the Mayor,
The Mayor of New York?
The Zoo Chuck lived in,
Keepers later learned,
Chuck went to heaven,
Investigation’s ongoing.
Do you think Phil’s upset,
About the Possum Drop?
On New Year’s Eve,
In Georgia? Maybe Not.
That Georgia critter,
Is a stuffed, cute toy.
Our hero Phil’s,
A real live boy.
So, Phil’s not here,
To predict the season.
Sees his shadow,
More winter’s the reason.
But, if Groundhog Phil,
Has no shadow to see,
Then we look forward to,
An early Spring.
But, for now we remain,
In the dark.
I just hope that Phil,
Is on a lark.
Taking a vacation,
From Punxsutawney,
All the hoopla that’s,
Feb. 2 Jamboree.
For the rest of us,
All bets are off.
Keep your warm clothes close,
Winter clouds remain aloft.