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.