The Ballad Of The Shapes Of Things

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