Fox, You Are All Too Down

Mister Bear, I know
You've got cubs of your very own too
But how is it you manage this?
I've been caught, had second thoughts
Keep my cubs warm, keep my cubs
I recall the scent of Spring air
But God knows where He stores these snows
I am not one of bitter descent,
But my kind's sly and I'm paying for it
Where do all the winterbirds go
When it comes time to fight the weather?
Do they endure Summer nights alone
Spend a season learning how to cry
I did not say I want to go this young
But when my time comes, keep my family for me
Keep my cubs warm, keep my cubs warm
Through December storms
This snow's so cold,
Lord I don't even know
Why I hang around
But it's too late now, the snow-filthy ground
Mocks our paws
And the sun won't do its part and hug the horizon
I am wilting by the hour
My brittle bones can't hold their own
I have grown gray and visibly aged
Stripped of my fiery, red ambiguous days
I was spent on being ruthless,
Coming down on my own, sick self
I was trying to take care of it,
Cold death biting my tail
But the sun comes up and goes down
And I'm weak, without rest
And my coat is a mess
And I'm feeling all of Winter here in my bones
January, February, it's all the same