"The groundhog is like most other prophets; it delivers its prediction and then disappears." -- Bill Vaughn
Blessed Imbolc and Happy Groundhog Day!
And for University of Dallas folks, another look at Groundhog Day:
"Quand je bois du vin clairet,
Ami tout tourne, tourne, tourne, tourne,
Aussi désormais je bois Anjou ou Arbois,
Chantons et buvons, à ce flacon faisons la guerre,
Chantons et buvons, les amis, buvons donc!
-- from "Tourdion
(Quand je bois du vin clairet)", either written or collected
by Pierre
Attaignant (some sources list him as composer and/or
lyricist; others merely credit him with popularizing the tune in
his role as a music publisher or possibly creating an arrangememt
of it -- ingjeb.org
credits it, "Anonyme-publié en 1530 par Pierre Attaingnant")
Rough translation (with some liberties for scansion and
probably some just plain errors 'cause my French is rusty):
When I drink too much Claret
My friend, everything spins round and round and round
From now on I'll just drink wine from Anjou or Arbois
Let's sing, and let us drink, wage war upon this bottle
Let's sing, and drink, my friends, so come let us drink
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