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