It's getting' colder of a mornin' now
The fog lays low over the hayfields
And gathers up in the hollers of a evn'n
Momma always said
The Groundhogs are brewin' coffee
What a sight to see

Fat little gray balls
With whiskers
Standin' round a big ol'
Black kettle over an open fire
All stirrin' with long wooden sticks
A bubblin' muddy brew
As the smoky fog rises

They stir a spell just a waitin'
As the smell fills the air
Cups in chubby little hands
Sev'ral stand guard
On top of the hill, peeking out through the pines
Makin' sure no stranger
Will come uninvited

11/12/92 LSF

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 4/26/2007 10:18 PM ET

I really really like this.

Maggie M. - 4/27/2007 7:23 AM ET

Wow--YES!!!

Tom A. (TomsBooks333) - 4/27/2007 7:42 AM ET

Very enjoyabe read. Made me smile. Thanks

Marta J. (booksnob) - 4/27/2007 5:15 PM ET

I love this!

Kristine S. (NHBookLover) - 5/5/2007 10:42 AM ET

I have never heard that saying but I love it and will borrow it now myself. I love the idea and can totally picture the fat little buggers standing around their fire, waiting for the coffee to brew! Great imagery....I may never look at a groundhog in the same way. Kris

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