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.