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