The End of Winter
A thousand years perhaps ago when I was slightly colder,
The surrounding animals of my area learned to hibernate as I got older,
But here alas a day I wished would never pass has everyone uneasy,
For the time has come that I am dying and becoming needy,
The cold, that I am, is leaving because my twin is coming,
He fears I'm dying because less and less am I humming,
Yes, summer is upon us, and winter is diminishing,
Now scientist are scrabbling so it's me they can start replenishing,
But I am dying you see,
You need to stop and save me,
For global warming is upon us,
As I lay here is discuss,
Take caution of what you do,
Or as revenge of my death, my brother will only act by cooking you.