(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?)