Ballad of the Sape of Things to Come - The Kingston Trio

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 in the upper orange tree

Yes the circle shape is quite reknowned

Sad to say it can be found

The low down dirty run around

My true love gave to me

Yes my true love gave to me

Completely square was

The velvet box he said my ring would be in

Completely square was

The envelope he said farewell to me in

Completely square was

The handkerchief I flourish constantly

As it dries my eyes of the tears I shed

And 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 was the hotel door

My true love try to sneak through

Rectangular was the transom over

Which I had to peek through

Rectangular was the hotel room

I entered angrily

Now rectangular was the wooden box

Where lies my love 'neath the golden flox

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

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