Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring, Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill We can guess, but we won't know If we should dress for sun or snow Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil! Every year for a hundred years We've bent our heads and lent our ears To listen to his famed prognostication Lucky for you, I speak with ease Both English and Groundhog-ese Please stand-by for imminent translation! This brown log contain-eth One groundhog, the famous Phillip of Punxsutawney Gifted sniffer of future mornings The finest specimen you will find Of Rodentia: Sciuridae Our own uncanny whistle-pig The ground-est hog that ever lived A hundred years and he is still The pride of Punxsutawney The prophet of PA Prognosticatin' Punxsutawney Phil! Shaman of the shadows, springer of the spring, Cannot match this little guy's uncanny skill We can guess, but we won't know If we should dress for sun or snow Until we hear it from old Punxsutawney Phil!