February

February, oh February
A month of doom and gloom
Certainly in my cold heart
For you there’s little room

Your skies are always steely gray
Grass so brown and trees so bare
Groundhog Phil emerges grumpy
About his shadow he doesn’t care

Twenty-eight days are long enough
To endure your dreariness
And hasten the countdown
To Spring’s more cheeriness

But as your days come to an end
And the Earth begins to awaken
I cannot wait to see you go
’Til next year, if I’m not mistaken

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