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And every year at Candlemas he reappears on earth,
For, as astronomers well know, a new conjunction’s birth
Takes place that day among the stars, and settles for good reason
The kind of weather coming for the balance of the season.
Then if the sky is overcast with murky clouds and gray,
This is a sign of winter past and springtime on the way;
But if, in air all frosty clear, the sun, unveiled and bright,
Should cast his shadow on the snow, he reads the sign aright,
And turns back to his peaceful cell, renews his meditation
For six hard weeks, which justifies his sage prognostication.
Then loud we sing the wise Woodchuck: he hides when storms are rife;
He values only health and wits, hence his success in life.
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