Mr Groundhog Poem - July 1891 (2/2)
1 used to love the winter. When I was n little child, But I'm no: as young as I used to be, This cold weather is driving me wild! ! I might even say that I'm dying. But it's not from the cold and the wet, If you want the truth, Mr. Ground-hog, It's just for a Cigarette! Our car won't go, I walk to town, So Please. Mr. Ground-hog, Please! Don't make mo walk all those three miles, In the snow that's up to my knees. Now if you should see your shadow, Six more weeks of winter is in store, So I ask kind Sir, keep your peepers shut., And I'll be sane again once more. VIRGIXIA BREWER.