If I were an orange
I'd hang in my tree
And watch the world pass
As it comes and stares at me
I'm high in my tree
So I'd take a good laugh
When little kids reach up
Standing about an inch and a half
If I were an orange,
I'd let birds perch on my twig
I'd let them nest on my branch,
Even if they're really big
But if I ever see an owl
Or a squirrel I should be worried,
As for they'd knock me off my tree
And in the ground I would be burried
If I were an orange,
There'd be nothing I could hate
I'd be as chill as an orange slushy,
And wouldn't that be great?
