Punxsutawney, PA…Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye! Now on this February 2nd, Punxsutawney Phil the seer of seers, the prognostigator of all prognostigators was awakened from his wintry nap at dawn on Gobbler’s Knob. Phil looked from the skies and then, speaking in Groundhogese, directed President Dunkel to the proper scroll, which reads…

It’s my great honor to answer your annual call
So I rise again this morning to greet you all
But today I wake thinking of numbers and time
America turns 250, and I’m at least 139.
Let’s celebrate all – young, old, babies, or millennial
And kick off America’s Semiquincentennial
We look to the future and not just the past
So look to the future and not just the past
So I suppose this party could use a forecast
It is my job this February 2
To look to the skies and report back to you…
That there is a shadow here on my ground
Six more weeks of Winter abound!