Orange - Ken Nordine

Take all the colors under the sun

Only one color I think much fun

And that’s orange

Orange I said

The silly old color who lives next to red

The one that is orangely out of its head

That giggles and titters and rolls in the aisle

No matter what happens, guffaws all the while

Old orange

As flip as a Heiseman coin

Or a stone skipping waterly skips

As free as a spree

With a bird’s supposed to be

If a spree with a bird could be free

Why not?

An orangey bird with orangey wings

With orangey songs that it orangey sings

That orangely comes as it orangely goes

Laughing in orange from its head to its toes

When everything’s orangey, goofy like this

Trouble’s a joke, just an orangey joke

So’s sorrow and sadness and sigh

Just jokes to poke orangey pokes at

Only one trouble troubles Orange

If you please

That’s in the morning

It’s the trouble called «squeeze»

Changing orangey orange

Into vitamin C’s