East of Ohio
West of New York
Lived an old hog,
The “ground” kind, not the “pork”.
Yes, a groundhog he was
By the name of Phil
In the town of Punxsutawney
Living under a hill.
Known to all as “The Iron ‘Hog”
For his unbroken streak
Of predicting if winter
Would have six more weeks.
Well, one year just as
His big day drew near
Phil’s “Iron ‘Hog” streak
Was in danger, he feared.
That’s when Philippa Aliquippa
Elsewhere in PA
Heard her phone ring
The night before Groundhog Day.
“Hello there, Pippa?
It’s your old pal Phil
Here in Punxsutawney
And feeling quite ill!
I tried not to call
I tried to hold out
But it’s nearly tomorrow
And my health is in doubt.
Shadowed or not, a groundhog must be here
Shadowed or not, a groundhog must go!
To sort out the seasons,
So everyone knows!
Tradition … the streak …
To put on the show!”
Philippa Aliquippa
Detecting desperation
Said, “Phil, if you’re extending,
I accept the invitation!”
Then off to Punxsutawney
From Aliquippa, PA,
She set out for a surprise trip
On Groundhog Day,
And at old Gobbler’s Knob
Still dark before dawn
Pippa met Phil
On the calm, moonlit lawn.
In between sneezes
He talked through each step,
Then one at a time
Had Pippa review it
She listened and nodded
And played along well,
Keeping to herself
That there was nothing to it.
Then as the sun rose
And a buzz filled the town
Pip and Phil peered out
From below the ground.
“Any questions?” he asked,
“Any last minute stuff?”
“Yes, I’m really” Pip said
“Craving marshmallow fluff.”
She smiled then giggled then laughed,
Phil did not.
“No worries, Pux-pal.
This old i, I can dot.”
Then upward she climbed
And outward she went
And spotting no shadows
Away winter she sent.
A top hatted fella
Then held Pip aloft
There were cheers and snapshots,
In his den, Phil joy-coughed.
That was the year partnership
Saved old Pux Phil
When the Iron ‘Hog Streak
He could not solo fulfill.
Still the problem was solved
In time for Groundhog Day
The Philippa Aliquippa
Turned Punxsutawney Pippa way.
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