Oy Vey, Another Groundhog Day

“Let go your hold Your hands are cold And it’s getting old When I am un-holed My soul’s been sold So they can behold That a marmot’s found gold Since they think I’ve foretold And cast a dark spot Or maybe not Coz all I got Is a long shot See my nerves are shot Since I don’t know squat And danger is fraught If I show what is naught Yet they still seek Punx Phil’s mystique And ask that I speak But I only squeak Then they’ll all peek At my chubby physique Of which they’ll critique Plus there’s still six more weeks”