Guess who we're having for dinner?
You may know him by Phil
He's the ground hog
That saw his shadow
Some think he caused this winter chill
So a few of us got together
And stormed Phil's home
The snow had made us wild
We listened not to protests
Of Phil's poor wife and child
In a flash we had him skinned
Hanging up to chill
His wife and child
Stood and cried
Saying farewell to Phil
When all was said and done
We felt a little shame
There hung poor Phil
He was not to blame
No take backs in this game
After the crowd quieted
We build a huge bonfire
We divided poor Phil
So every one had a bite
Of the roasted sire
Guilt over came us
Gathering his family close
Tried to make it better
From his fur
We made them coats.
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a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label Phil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phil. Show all posts
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Sunday Snow...Who Put Phil In Charge?
My ground hog At The Farm did not see her shadow since it snowed all day! Late or early spring?
As the big flakes fell
Cardinals were out in force
sitting in the pruned fig tree
waiting to steal dog food.
Sunday
Monday
Jill, our ground hog, says an early spring
and you know women are always right!
Morning update!
Jill may be hormonal.
This is a 9AM...another storm!
Wishing everyone a short winter.
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