Theres a Polar Bear In our Frigidaire-- He likes it cause its cold in there. With his seat in the meat And his face in the fish And his big hairy paws In the buttery dish, Hes nibbling the noodles, Hes munching the rice, Hes slurping the soda, Hes licking the ice. And he lets out a roar

If you open the door. And it gives me a scare To know hes in there-- That Polary Bear In our Fridgitydaire. Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter I think shes a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby-sitters supposed To sit upon the baby. One picture puzzle piece Lyin on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece

Soakin in the rain. It might be a button of blue On the coat of the woman Who lived in a shoe. It might be a magical bean, Or a fold in the red Velvet robe of a queen. It might be the one little bite Of the apple her stepmother Gave to Snow White. It might be the veil of a bride

Or a bottle with some evil genie inside. It might be a small tuft of hair On the big bouncy belly Of Bobo the Bear. It might be a bit of the cloak Of the Witch of the West As she melted to smoke. It might be a shadowy trace Of a tear that runs down an angels face. Nothing has more possibilities

Than one old wet picture puzzle piece. Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." "I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry."

The old man nodded, "So do I." "But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups dont pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. "I know what you mean," said the little old man. "A genuine anteater," The pet man told me dad.

Turned out, it was an aunt eater, And now my uncles mad!