cold

Pease porridge hot, Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, Nine days old.Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold. He hears the storm in the chimney above, And bends to the fire and shakes with the cold, While his heart still dreams of battle and love, And the cry of the hounds on the hills of old.They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will,