The Shape Of Things - Blossom Dearie

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 orange tree

Yes, the circle shape is quite renowned

And sad to say, it can be found

In the low down, dirty runaround

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 said farewell to me in

Completely square is the handkerchief

I flourish constantly

As I dry my eyes of the tears I shed

And blow my nose that turned bright red;

Completely 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

Over 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 from 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

That 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