Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.

Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures


Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree


Yes the circle shape is quite renown

But sad to say it can be found


In the lowdown, dirty run-around


That my true love gave to me

That my true love gave to me





Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in

Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in


Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly


As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,

And blow my nose which 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 door my true love tried to sneak through

Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,


Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and


Rectangular is the wooden box

Where lies my love neath the golden phlox


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 triangular is the garment thin

That fastens on with a safety pin


To a prize I had no wish to win


It's a lasting memory

That my true love gave to me