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.