(misspelling is on purpose) <br /> <br />Now I s'pose y'all heard about, <br />The wisest critter around; <br />They call him 'Punxsutawney Phil' <br />Smartest groundhog, thumbs down! <br /> <br />But I'll bet I kin tell y' sumpthin' <br />That lots uv folk don't no; <br />'bout whurre Phil gits his smarts, <br />Taint' no lie, er' I'd jest tell ya so. <br /> <br />Ye see ole Phil's got a cuzin, <br />Mount'n folk call em, 'Possum Bill' <br />He's the closet liv'n' kin, <br />To this one y'all no as Phil. <br /> <br />Yep, they livd in the same o' hole, <br />Seems thurre maw's dun n' got et; <br />So they grode to d'pend on t'uther, <br />'bout as clozt as one kin git. <br /> <br />But, one nite it wuz stormin', <br />The litnin' cum crashin' round'; <br />When a bote dun n' hit em' both, <br />N' jarred em' rite out tha gronde! <br /> <br />Thet litnin' must've dun sumpthin', <br />To thurre wits, now don't ya' know; <br />Frum then on, theys cud tale tha wether, <br />E'vn if'n t'wure it shin er snow. <br /> <br />Now ole Bill sat in tah lurnin', <br />'bout the elaments n' such; <br />Til' he b'cum so dab blume smart, <br />His brane kudn't hold so much. <br /> <br />So he tuke a little breethur, <br />Frum the wether lurnin' task; <br />Then give a portion tah his cuz, <br />Jest cuz Phil had dun n' ast. <br /> <br />Then Phil tuke all thet lurnin' <br />N' sat out fer wurldly famme; <br />Whil'st Bill staid er in tha Hills, <br />Tah rest his weiry brane. <br /> <br />Now I rekkun he's a smart un', <br />Shore his forecasts mite cum true; <br />But if'n yah gunna breg on Phil, <br />Say sumptin' gud uv o' Billy to. <br /> <br /> <br />********** <br /> <br />This er poum I rote cuz I dun n' gat <br />tarred uv o Phil gitn' all tha dab blumm <br />kretit fer whut I up n' dun fer em! <br /> <br />Signed Possum Bill<br /><br />Loyd C. Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/groundhog-day-2-the-legend-of-possum-bill/
