HEAR ye, hear ye now. On this February 2nd,
Punxsutawney Phil, the seer of Sears,
prognosticator of all prognosticators, was awakened from his wintry nap
at dawn on Gobbler's knob.
Phil looked to the skies,
and then, speaking in Groundhog ease,
directed the president to the proper scroll,
which reads.
Another winter's slumbered pause so I could meet the crowd.
Hard to sleep anyway when the party's this loud.
I envy your energy. I envy the fun.
I envy all of you and your opposable thumbs.
But it's not what I feel,
it's what I see and what you hear.
So gather round and let me be clear.
Atmosphere is a wonderful thing and we can create our
own and the weather it brings.
It brings hope for the future and so much more.
Maybe some Punxsutawney Phil write in votes in 2024?
But what this weather did not provide is a shadow
or reason to hide.
Glad tidings on this Groundhog Day.
And early spring is on the way.