Answer:
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
Why was the cook arrested?