Polly Wants - Polar Bear | Текст песни

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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,
Munching the rice,
He’s slurping the soda,
He’s licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.

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