It’s February third today,
and in my den I plan to stay.
I’m scared to venture out my door!
My poor, old nerves can stand no more!
On the second, yesterday,
I thought I’d go outside and play,
so from my den I happily walked —
the scene before me left me shocked!
Fifty cameras, maybe more,
flashed as I walked out my door.
“He sees his shadow!” were the cries!
I just saw spots before my eyes.
Now spots are gone, the people too!
T’was awful what they put me through!
The folks round here are dumb as rocks,
cause I’m no groundhog — I’m a fox!