Answer:
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I have a neck and no head two arms but no hands. I go with you to school I go with you to work.
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.