Groundhog Day

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    Up from his hole with eyes half-shut,
    A furry groundhog poked his head,
    And, squinting all around about,
    “It is time to crawl out,” he said.
    He sniffed the cold air carefully—
    It made his moustache quiver
    And forced his eyes to open wide
    And made his middle shiver.
    He looked into the clouded sky
    For a single ray of sun;
    Then he looked around for shadows,
    But he didn’t see a one.
    And so he shook his furry head
    And warmed himself with springing.
    He turned some somersaults and spins
    While clapping paws and singing.
    And here is what he sang aloud:
    “Heigh-ho and happy day!
    Though very few can guess it now,
    Spring’s surely on its way!”

    [illustration] Illustrated by Charles Quilter