How could I Not see my shadow with all those lights shinning in my furry face??

Every year the same thing, some guy in a Lincoln hat grabs me out of my burrow, holds me up to the cameras like I’m the Lion King. Wakes me from a nice winter slumber.

I do my duty and pose and smile, let the tourists have their pictures, wear their funny hats, buy stupid plush dolls that they think look anything like the real me.

Yeah I’ll make a prediction. Winter will end in six weeks whether I see my shadow or not.

Just put me back in my hole and walk away and nobody gets hurt.

Seeya next year for my annual big holiday. Knock first.