Our religion is a danced religion, and right now it's time to stomp.
The ground is frozen, so we dance our stomp-dances for sleeping Earth and the sleeping animals and the sleeping seeds.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The stomp-dances begin now and continue while the ground is frozen.
Come thaw, of course, you don't stomp any more. That work will already have been done, that magic made.
No, then we'll start spring's leaping dances. The higher we leap, the higher they grow.
Grow! Grow! Grow!
Around here it wouldn't be February Eve if we didn't sing Groundhog and stomp on the ground to wake the hibernators (and call the migrators). Here Buffy St. Marie sings while accompanying herself on the mouth-bow, just like the Animal Man above.