You looked like Pingu in the Igloo
Your nose was cold , you showed me the icicle that you found hanging from the roof.
I remember your entrance to the room I was in
and the half pint glass you were holding,
that made you look bigger than you were.
You drew a charming stick man on my left hand and you told me not to wash it off.
We loved you, we loved you.
Ay.