There's a Polar Bear                           
 In our Frigidaire--
 He likes it 'cause                            it's cold in there.
 With his seat in                            the meat
 And his face in                            the fish
 And his big 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 lets out                            a roar
 If you open the                            door.
 And it gives me                            a scare
 To know he's in                            there--
 That Polary Bear
 In our Fridgitydaire.