Throughout this land the Spring is planned;
a groundhog calls the shot.
His shadow sees, we, he'll not please.
We'd hope that he would not.
For Phil predicts the weather mix
for six weeks further on.
Yes, he will bet, we've winter yet
if shadow's on the lawn.
The shadow missed, he'll shake a fist,
for winter's wrath's been raged.
His shadow seen, must simply mean
for six more weeks he's caged.
The world's immense and common sense
must limit Phil's control.
In nations far, what methods are?
Predict or just cajole?
Do others around the world celebrate quaint rites of Spring?