Springtime Is the Season

And rudely lets them to fall and sends them quick to their demise
When talk comes to the joys of winter, they must interject
Your life might not be going good but spring helps you to pretend
Far too grim to stand up tall and bargain with the bees
The winter's good for penguins though brown bears must object
Without so much a bon voyage or even a goodbye

The trees that they've been living on now forces them to move
Because sleeping makes you skinny and we bears like to be fat
Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at
We like to be fat
The springtime is the season where everyone's a friend
Wait for autumn's breeze
The autumn's good for pumpkins though apples don't approve

Even a goodbye

No matter how you died through winter, in spring you're born again
It helps you to pretend
Loneliness and desperation both come to an end
They prefer to droop and mope and wait for autumn's breeze