poem "Bear in there" (Shel Silverstein)

From the book A light in the attic (1981).

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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,

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.