It was the winters, really.
I can see it rather clearly
When resources waned severely
We just had to put up stores.

Winter created fear
We wouldn’t make it through the year—
When the wildlife disappeared.
So we started to hoard.

That was the end’s beginning
When the Earth shifted its spinning
And we thought that we were winning
But selection wasn’t done.

Too intelligent to think
We all had too much to drink
Now our hearts begin to sink
Is this the future we have won?