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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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