Old Bruin awoke, and fumed awhile,
Then lumbered from his lair,
He looked all-round both up and down,
And growled and sniffed the air.
Again midwinter had arrived,
The temperature was low,
His shadow he could plainly see
Upon the crusted snow.
Growled he "The winter will be long,
It's just about half o'er,
Snow's in the air I greatly fear
So I'll retire once more."
The ground hog too was sitting by
The door of his domain,
Quoth he "It's cold and I am old,
I'll go to bed again."
Again these two went back to sleep
The ground hog and the bear,
To dream and snore six weeks or more,
And spring will then be near.
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