There's a Polar Bear
 In our Frigidaire--
 He likes                     in there.
 With his         the meat
 And his         the fish
 And his     hairy paws
 In the buttery dish,
 He's nibbling the noodles,
 He's munching the rice,
 He's slurping the soda,
 He's licking the ice.
 And he          a roar
 If you      the door.
 And it          a scare
 To know      in there--
 That Polary Bear
 In our Fridgitydaire.