Oh chilly sight
In frosty Punxsutawney
It is the morn when old Phil
Does his thing
Out of the ground
He wakes and greets the dawning
And tells us all when we can expect the spring
A look around, if then he sees his shadow
We've six more weeks until we see the spring
Get out your skis,
Don't put away your snowshoes,
There's ice and snow to go, oh no,
Look out below, we have a way to go
Until we see the spring
