You run yet never move,
Tall, stoic and white.
Many stomachs you have soothed,
Oh what a comforting sight!
You are cold and have no heart,
Yet you care for many.
You can be bought at a mart,
Though you cost a pretty penny.
When I need energy, I come to you,
Because between hungry and full you are the bridge.
And no matter what you do,
You'll always be my fridge.