BROWN, ROUND, GROUNDHOG by Gary William Friedman and Francine Forest

BROWN, ROUND, GROUNDHOG
I‘m not a Horse or a Dog or a Cat
Man or Mouse, Bird or Bat
I’m neither Fish nor Frog
I’m a brown, round, Groundhog
In wintertime I’m not lost, I am found underground sleeping sound
As soundly as a log
I’m a brown, round, Groundhog
I burrow seven feet or more, I climb down to the seventh floor
Where winter can’t get in, where no snow’s ever been
On Groundhog Day I arise, rub my eyes, then I claw with each paw
My front door I unclog
I’m a brown, round, Groundhog
If I don’t see my shadow grey on February second day
It merely means one thing, there’ll be an early Spring
But if I can see it then, I go back once again to my den
Beneath the brush and bog, below the snow and smog
I’m a true blue, brown, round, Groundhog!

Video created by Stevie Holland and Gary William Friedman
Song Copyright © Friedman/Forest
This is a recording from the composer's archive.
Vocalist Unidentified.

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