Farewell to Phil

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.

Linked to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.