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.