Cold is the night wind,gloomy and glum.
Cold as the fringe on a polar bear's bum.
Cold as the frog in his icebound pool.
Cold as the end of an eskimo's tool.

Little fly upon the wall, ain't you got no clothes at all.
No hat, no coat. Aren't you cold?
Cold? Cold? Cold as charity and that's chilly.
But not as cold as our poor Willie. He's been dead a week, poor chap.