The Woolly Caterpillar

I was a woolly caterpillar once
Although it was very long ago.
But I was considered the class dunce --
I never knew how long it would snow.

I did try to learn to prognosticate
With the other larvae of my kind.
But that brown fur I loved to replicate --
I just could not get it off my mind.

They say the black absorbs the summer heat
To warm a body through winter cold.
But I preferred the sable brown complete
And cared not a bit what it foretold.

When came the time at last to hibernate,
I found myself alas unprepared.
It was not a style to refrigerate
And my cold discomfort was not spared.

If you are ever a woolly bear worm,
I would give you this bit of advice:
Resist temptation and to rules hold firm
And do not end up a chunk of ice.