Orange man, orange man where do you go?
I’m going out with my girlfriend for dinner and a show.
Orange man, orange man what do you do?
I’m a cobbler and I can fix any shoe.
Orange man, orange man why do we live?
To share love and happiness with those to whom we give.
Orange man, orange man how can you be so kind?
Because paradise is on earth for all good people to find.
by M. Perron (Originally written July 4, 1990)
Notes: Complete nonsense… in fact, I may have been reading Edward Lear’s Book of Non-sense at the time.
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