Here is a compilation of some of Grandad's Ground Hog Day poems:
Here
I am out here today
And
if it’s true what people say
I’ll
crawl back in my hole and stay
Till
it warms up some time in May
D.B.
Cox
I
hoped I’d come out here and say
This
is a really cloudy day
So
I could fill your hearts with cheer
To
think that spring would soon be here
But
it’s not cloudy here today
So
here’s all I can think to say
I
really hate to let you down
I
am the saddest hog in town
I
saw my shadow big and clear
Just
like I did this time last year
I’ll
crawl back in my hold and stay
And
come back out the last of May
D.B.
Cox
This
is the first time I've been here
I
saw my shadow loud and clear
So
I’ll go back home very soon
And
come back out in May or June
I
really like to eat that feed
I
eat all that I can
As
you can see I've ate too much
Or
laid too close to my Old Man
D.B.
Cox
I
came out there again today
On
February Two
I
really thought perhaps this year
I’d
find something brand new
But
it is still the same old story
I
saw my shadow hanging ‘round
And
I also found there wasn't
Any
snow upon the ground
There’s
six more weeks of winter
I
suppose that make you sore
So
I’ll crawl back in my hole and stay
Till
Nineteen-Hundred-Eighty-Four
D.B.
Cox
Well
here I am out here again
I
come here every year
But
I won’t stay here very long
It
sure is nice and clear
And
here on this sun-shinny morn
My
lovely shadow lays
That
means it’s going to get real bad
For
lots and lots more days
So
I’ll crawl back down in the ground
I’ll
not be back too soon
If
it gets bad again in May
I
won’t be back till June
D.B.
Cox
Ground
Hog Day will soon be here
It
comes about this time each year
The
ground hog crawls out of the ground
He
blinks his eyes and looks around
And
if his shadow he does see
He
makes a frown and says, “Oh gee,”
“Spring
won’t be here for many a day”
Then
crawls back in his hole to stay
Until
he thinks, “This is the day”
Sometime
in April or maybe May
But
is his shadow he can’t see
He
funds and smiles and yells, “Whoopee!”
For
his is happy and filled with cheer
He
says that Spring will soon be here
We
hope he’s right and knows his stuff
Of
that cold weather we've had enough
But
we’re not sure that we agree
So
we’ll just have to wait and see
D.B.
Cox
The
ground hog come upon the scene
About
this time each year
He’s
very anxious to find out
If
it is cloudy or if it’s clear
He
pokes his head out of the ground
To
see what he can see
His
cheeks are pudgy, his eyes are squinty
They
say he looks a lot like me
If
it is really cloudy
He
nearly strips a cog
He
thinks that Spring will soon be here
He
is a happy hog
But
it it’s really nice and clear
He
promptly turns around
Spring
won’t be here for several weeks
So
he crawls back in to the ground
D.B.
Cox