You wake me in the morning
To find out if I see
My shadow lurking in the sun
Waiting to frighten me

If this shadow doesn’t show up
Early spring is in the air
But if this pesky fellow comes
It’s six more weeks of winter wear

Here’s hoping that the clouds
Hide the sunshine on this day
So when I come out of my burrow
I can chase the cold away

But next year, please, find someone new
Perhaps a weatherman instead
So they can be rustled from their sleep
And predict what days still lie ahead

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