Been Out Countin' My Peeps

And they's alot of lil' Whistle Pigs ben at play.
One potato, two potato, three potato, four and more.
Don't those Quails wish they could count that good!

Ha!

Punxsutawney Phil don't need you

I been hearin' a lot of guff about my cousin.
All I gotta say is let him sleep, leave him be.
He isn't a morning marmot.

That way nobody will get hurt.