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    (Clementine is standing on a ranch porch, a triangle-bell hanging next to her, as she says...)

    (spoken)

    Clementine: Whenever I see this here triangle-bell, it reminds me of my old home where I grew up, The Triangle Ranch. And it makes me feel like singing, so I will.

    (sung)

    I once had a home
    A triangular home
    With three sides and three corners to boot

    (we now see a lovely triangle-shaped house as she remembers)

    It was straight, it was neat
    And it looked kinda sweet
    Yes, you might even say it was cute

    (Two cowboys join her on the porch)

    All: My triangle home

    Clementine: How I miss it to bits every day
    One corner to eat
    One corner to sleep
    And one corner to sit in and play

    (she walks out to a garden, where we see triangles marked on sticks being tended by more cowboys)

    And out in the yard
    We all worked mighty hard
    A'tending our triangle crop
    We planted the seeds
    We pulled out all the weeds
    (a cowboy pulls out one marked with a rectangle and throws it over his shoulder)
    And watered their small pointy tops

    All: My triangle home

    Clementine: Where the triangles grew all the day
    Just climbing as high
    As an elephant's eye
    In their three-sided triangle way

    (now she's swaying behind a fence with the other cowboys, in front are cows shaped like triangles!)

    When it seems to be there's
    Only circles and squares
    Then I long for my triangle home
    Where out on the range
    Looking just a might strange
    The triangle-doggies did roam

    All: My triangle home
    Where the corners and sides are all free

    Cowboy #1: No shape is so fine

    Cowboy #2: As the one with three lines

    All: In a triangle home, yesiree
    In a triangle home, yessiree
    Yippee! Wooohoooo!

    (spoken)

    Clementine: Oh, well, no sense dreaming about the past, it's time for supper, come and get it everybody!

    (she rings the triangle-bell and the cowboys all come running to the table. They stop and stare at their plates.)

    Cowboy #1: What? Triangle fritters again?

    Cowboy #2: We had this last night!

    Cowboy #1: Don't you know how to fix anything else?!

    Clementine: Oh, quit your grumbling and eat your triangles, they're good for ya.

    (They all grumble and settle in, one says, "Has anybody got any ketchup?")