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Completely round is the perfect pearl, the oyster manufactures Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to ocmpound fractures Completely round is the golden fruit, That hangs in the orange tree Yes the circle shape is quite renown And sad to say it can be found In the dirty low-down run around My true love gave to me Yes my true love gave to me Completely square is the velvet box, He said my ring would be in Completely square is the envelope he wrote farewell to me in Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly As it dries my eyes of the tears I've shed And it blows my nose 'till it turns bright red For a perfect square is my true love's head He will not marry me No he will not marry me Rectangular is the hotel room, my true love tried to sneak through Rectangular is the transom over which I had to peak through Rectangular is the hotel room, I entered angrily Now rectangular is the wooden box Where lies my love 'neath the grazing flocks They say he died of the chicken pox In part I must agree One chick too many had he Triangular is the piece of pie, I eat to ease my sorrow Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow Triangular the relationship Which now has ceased to be And the self-same shape is a garment thin Which fastens on with a safety pin To a prize I had no wish to win It's a parting memory That my true love gave to me |