There's a Polar Bear
 In our Frigidaire--
 He likes it             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.