On the second day of the second month
The fate of the world will be decided
A gray shape will emerge from a hole in the ground
Like a bewildered spirit rising from a grave
Shaking off months of hibernation to look around,
Will Punxsutawney Phil see his shadow?
Will we be condemned to endure six more weeks of winter
Or will we be released from its bondage, reborn again?
Balancing his chubby woodchuck body on stubby woodchuck legs,
What will the verdict be? How much wood would he chuck?
Will the pesky critter torment Caddyshack's groundskeeper again?
And how could Bill keep coming back for more on Groundhog Day?