The gift of warmth would be good. I’m colder than a cold person, in a cold place, with no clothes on and all the windows open.
Where did that twisted lyric of the first line of the poem come from ? It’s got to be Dylan, but what is it ?

Cold.

It’s cold out there, there’s penguins everywhere
Even the polar bears are wearing woolly underwear
Can’t feel my hands can’t feel my toes
Lips froze together with the stuff from my nose

I’m sat here in the shop, sat in front the heater
Well the boss calls it that, but a candle would be neater
As the ice flow shifts on the road outside my door
The penguins gather in crowds maybe a hundred maybe more.

If I get a customer, and to me cash they issue
I may even afford to go and buy a pack tissues
If we had a fridge I would go sit in it,
If there was a prize, for lifelike snowman, I would surely win it.

I did make myself a coffee but it’s frozen solid now
I’ve got more instant, but froze solid is the cow
The cold has now risen way up to my knees
Please don’t let it get any higher, please, please, oh please

My words are slurring now all mixing up together
I’ve had enough of this flipping arctic weather
As icicles form on my hat I’m far too cold to think
I going home soon to a hot woman and an understanding drink.

All words Meadowhead Bard.