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.