A furry weatherman, quite stout,
Pops out his head, no room for doubt.
Sees his shadow, gives a squeak,
Six more weeks of winter's bleak!
Or maybe not, who really knows?
He's just a groundhog, sleepy and slow,
Oblivious to all the fuss,
Just dreams of dandelions, plump and luscious.
He couldn't care less 'bout sun or snow,
Just wants a nap, then it's time to go.
Hurdles & Harmony
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