Answer:
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure a matter of course. I am given with pleasure when taken by force.
I direct you from outer space.
I help boats park
I run cold and hot, I look blue but am red. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?