Pingu in the Igloo

You looked liked 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